Gathering with many
At a dinner that offers plenty
I take off my coat and scarf
Full of magic are
the candlelit tables
The sparkling wine glasses are full
And the turkey is roasted
Waiting to be carved
Holding to the gift of giving
with a welcome receiving
And being thankful
By serving others with a platter
Is the tune that plays on thanksgiving
Listening to the chatter
And looking
at the serene mountains of food
takes your waistline to new measures
as you dive into the dessert
a taste of wonder
Touches the hearts of many
Who always think of a way
To say
Happy Thanksgiving
Questionable
The starry sky matches
My heart
Touching the depth with an art
Of creation
Sending me to places
Of my dreams
And seems to contest
With bliss
Full of heaven’s mercy
And I wonder nursing
My pleasures
And profusely challenging
What measures me
As ambivalent
My verbs and nouns are
My bread and butter
What tops most
Is how I boast
About what I do
I’m living and breathing
In streams of forgiveness
Never leaving out the freshness
Of development and esteem
Reaching for a new platform
Beyond what I have draped in the past
for reasons that touch my horizons
and glimpse my dreams
and leaves me on my tippy toes
waiting for a new introduction
Searing this language at it’s edges
Proclaims my ways and imagines
A sky full of harps and I say
“why?”
Why do I shadow myself?
I stand tall and escapes me in all
Is my fashion for words
Telling and taling my way
Through the air that touches
And briskly dashes through
My sight
And I think I might see
Something of magic
Until I kneel
And I feel
The tease of what is wrapping around me
I let the butterfly from my hand soar
And watch as it’s wings devour
What I try to.
The Wind
The wind takes me beyond
What I can see
It pushes and excels me
And sends me into captivation
It purely reaches
The most tender places
And exists to press in me
What passions live
And I lean in
Hoping it soars my
Allegiance
To honoring
My dignity
Falling into prelude
This is who I am
And I melt into it
as it holds me
to higher limits
Time spills and puddles
The scene
such harmony is brought
to caress a tale
one that distills
and permeates
through the air
the light Is shown
as you wear your smile
let this next day
say to you
how marvelous
and true
to your spirit
you are
and let your rays
funnel your being
as you are running
to achieve
and believe
in something we cannot see
Sparkling waters
The waves of continuity succeed
Temptations of the winds proceed
Blue waters sparkling as crystals
There is no end to it’s depths
Moving waves crashing
Arouses the senses
To meditate within
Cool breeze
Seems to breathe
In the rapture of the moment
The waves get higher
Then lower
Reaching a calming peak
Of still
The wake is born
And called
A warmth
Of heart
Ever-lit
The clock ticks
The dawn rises
The day approaches
The clock ticks
The moon rises
The stars show
The clock ticks
Time listens
The ducks sit in a row
The clock ticks
Tales are told
The light glistens
From the torch
The snow glistens on the trees
I stand inside gazing
And waiting with my hot cocoa
It drips of marshmellows
Please sip slowly I told the young ones
As they get in a row
Waiting to sing carols
Tenderly I ask if they will see Santa this year
They gladly respond
And i’m not surprised
they have
Hopes and dreams
and wishes to complete
by golly, I want to believe!
I tell then not to leave
And they fall asleep
staring at the chimney all night
Temptations leave me
Floating in the breeze
With desires and hopes
That I only dream
The magic lay
In what I can say
As a delivered woman
I know as I keep my chin up
The mountains and lakes
Will fold into a manuscript and takes
Me beyond words
Performing in bliss
With this
And this
With words that kiss
The tips
Of heaven
In prayer
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