i was still young and wondered if something was rattling in his head.

after all she sounded more logical than he did and her head certainly did not rattle when she shook it.

but “that” would explain the voices she heard in the middle of the night.

“she must be sedated. she must be contained.   … put in a place for her safety.”

“quiet!!!” I said to my head that was starting to rattle.

“for the time being she is safe,  she will be under my care” I stated emphatically amidst the frowns and rattlings.

in time she removed herself from society and whatever cacophony of sound there had been was relieved by the sound of the birds and the animals that sought the peace in her gardens.

one day I removed myself to the gardens for some clean air and thought.

“they have been poisoning you for years” she said without nary a comment on my part

“how did you know?” I had known for some time myself.

“i can smell it and the voices told me.”

“breathe the air here and in time your head will cease to rattle.

in three months I was clear

i fed the creatures from my hand during my hiatus

the voices started going away

when I returned I found it

well actually them:

an inconspicuous bottle with an ancient name written in Latin

at her house  i read the book that had told me about a poison used on a fictional character using this  same substance

and the book titled “ convince them they are mad ”

i got a call from my husband’s doctor “time for your annual checkup”

i knew if I stopped hearing the voices telling me to flee  i would be out of my mind

Though you wont know

these words are penned

typed rather slow

with thoughts of you

Im on the moon

you ~ terra’s ground

looking down

with thoughts of you

working school or sick

wish I could pick

a tea cozy spot

with thoughts of you

can never replace

the warm embrace

since you were young

with thoughts of you

hold on tight

from the monsters of the night

I can’t be there

but I have always

thoughts of you

You drip beauty in our lives

shielding us from death’s pain

many your soft petals despise

You drip beauty in our lives

poured out with no guise

blood gives you a name

you drip beauty in our lives

you never once looked at me in blame

***

~The Way~

Jesus look the cup of poison from our hands

out of love the perfect sacrifice bore our sins

a man of suffering acquinted with grief

He is the salve

The salvation

the Way

“He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness;by his wounds you have been healed.”

1 Peter 2:24

Curious that by one tree we were hurled into a life of sin and through another a savior was broken that we could be set free…

~Be free in the peace of the Lord Jesus Christ~

Photography: “Peace’s Rose ” “Copyright L. Moon 2010

who I’d tip my hat

but we live in this era

so that is that

***

where all we swallow

is political fire

his daily words

they do inspire

**

He paints and draws

his readers in

a subtle point

that speaks within

**

Don’t ever miss

the meaning penned

nothing poison

lies within

***

for poets have

a way you know

to touch the heart

and make it grow

I have a few friends who have profoundly influenced my writing. Charles Martin is such a man whose words speak volumes to those willing to listen. Thanks to the bold voice of poets today!

Ohhh joy filled bubble

having popped too soon

prismed color exploding

absent is beauty and ceremony

no ooos or ahhs

no longer floating on a warm breeze

a colorless

feelingless

vapor of nothing

now that you are gone

The challenge at Poetry Jam  at  http://poetryjaam.blogspot.com/( so how do you feel?) was to explain a feeling using something tangible. Remember for a moment when in your glee you had created the roundest, most colorful buoyant shape with just a blow of air from your lips? The joy could not be contained. It is understandable why the moment of pure joy is a tremendous loss when the creation pops at the height of its moment of beauty.

They wont move while you watch

my mind wills the hands around your face

tick tick I can’t wait

open the glass face and let me in

move now move quick

my life is in your perfect sphere

midnight… one… two… three…

dawn rises beautifully clear

as you pull me close to thee

forever

no air to breathe

closed in on all sides

no one whispering “it will be alright”

this darkness more than a bad dream

Thanks to Jenny Matlock for this challenge she gave us all black and 25 words to give you a jump!!! Don’t look behind you!!!

Several years ago Jobs gave a speech to the graduating class at Stanford University - “How to Live Before You Die”. Jobs reflects on starting Apple in a garage,losing his position at Apple and starting NEXT and then Pixar; he communicated that they should “find what you love” “do what you believe is a great work.” “No one wants to die but we all share that destination.” Jobs with a  diagnosis of pancreatic cancer didn’t live the decades he would have liked but he did have more than 6 years, after the diagnosis, no can doubt they were rich and generous years.

His advice to those Seniors, and I believe to all of us, was “Stay Hungry Stay Foolish” “Love What You Do …your time is limited.” Thank You Steve Jobs for your great contribution to our world!!!!

Steve Jobs has done much for our world; I met his wife at an Alumnae function I am proud that they take world events seriously.

Today also in a womans shleter in the south of no one knows where a very talented woman ( an artist, a writer, a poet) is waiting out her stay a a womens shelter. Months ago when I spoke to her she was struggling but had just published a book; her little girl was growing. Her little girl – the joy of her existence has no place to call home, no bed to lay her head after tomorrow. This woman is not an abuser of the welfare system, she’s not strung out on Cocaine she is strung out on hopelessness.

What can we as humans do ~ For people are coming to the end of their rope with nothing or nowhere.

We have a vast communication infrastructure where you will read this in moments but no way to help a young mother and her small child – In this case society has failed !!!!

 This  #poem “What can I do?” wp.me/pDORj-24N spells out the feeling there are many of us who have just lost our jobs who will be in this situation soon.

That sexy smile

pulling me
willingly toward
secrets keys
to his past
*
Those deep onyx eyes
searching
for beauty
on distant shores
*
perfect hands
sifting
glass like
pieces of sand

silently
*
Word weaver
luring my senses
toward ancient
conquests

harems and moonlit nights
*
Turkish connoisseur
conjuring perfection
Flavors between our lips
Spice filled delights
Savoring each bite

wish you could have met this handsome man – a Turk whose art form is fulfilled in the kitchen. Stories woven as we tasted and sipped…

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