Today it seems all I can do is cry
I don’t know why
There is no other way but compromise
I dry my eyes
And try to think of what is best for all
for it’s my call
I don’t know if it’s worth the price I pay
to save the day
When no one else is bothered by my plea
no one but me.

Words are all we have at times
Sharp metaphors and playful rhymes
Speak volumes to the well-trained ear
With meaning blurred and so unclear
I wonder.

Are words intended as they’re read
Do I hear the same thing that you’ve said?
I feel the music, I cling to the vines
Am I adding notes between the lines?
I wonder.

Hummingbirds and butterflies
Ladybugs and dragonflies
Shadows cast from autumn trees
Morning glories, bumble bees
The garden of simplicity
Is where I go to capture me.
Soothing music fills my head
Antique lace on feathered beds
Ocean air at 5 am and
Beaches walked from end to end
Alone with sweetly soothing dreams
Is where I look for me it seems.
An old stonewall, a ‘climbing’ tree
Sweet, sunny childhood memories
A youthful age when hearts could tease
with passion and love’s possibilities
Reminding me my heart is free
But what I need is what needs me.

“Sticks and stones,
may break my bones
but names will never hurt me.”
A little rhyme, from olden time
to pacify our frailty.

I wonder who the genius was
that sat out to contrive
a way to justify a hurt
that lasts throughout our lives.