Barren shelves, white as fresh fallen snow
Waiting for beauty and whimsy to grace thee
Faded family photos set aside to blend in
But inspiration is elusive and out of grasp.
The festive holiday has passed
And a chill has settled in my bones.
Nothing brings in the warmth
Not even this freshly brewed tea
I’ve wrapped my hands around.
Nothing inspires, what a bore….
I’m in desperate need of new decor.
Sitting on a shelf, waiting to be played with;
This is where fragile items go.
On display when the time comes,
Or gathering dust out of sight.
Sadness would show in dimmed eyes
If this were real, if things had feelings,
But instead, gentle smiles plastered on faces
Must be careful with fragile things;
But don’t they know nor understand,
ceramics and crystal grow strong with use.
Don’t save it for another day,
Get it down and enjoy time to together;
After all, we are all but a fleeting glimmer.
Twinkling lights still shimmer
On tired boughs of green;
Delaying farewells to the season,
Let’s keep it up a few more days.
The holidays started late this year
And work caused everything to be rushed;
Just a few more moments of peace
Before the frenzy resumes once more.
Soon the holiday movies will end,
The jolly music will cease,
Decorations will be stored once more.
But for one more night procrastinate,
For one more night find joy in our hearts.
The season’s warm glow fades
The chill sets into our bones
Frivolity will soon cease
Cheer and hope soon will wane
But for now we push forward
A false sense of new beginnings
Just waiting for reality to settle in.
Smiles, toasts, plastered grins.
But we all know,
it will one day end.
(Well…that took a turn!)
Let them fail, then they’ll learn…
But lessons should be shared too.
Striking the balance, so I’m not the bitch,
But also not guilty by omission.
Where is the line? Ha!
Line? What line? There is no line.
Once advice is rejected, guidance refused,
Load up the wet buckets and the mops.
Invariably there will be a need for
Clean up on Aisle 6!
Steady stare into the abyss,
Softening focus, then maybe she’ll see,
Script formed in an ancient language
Long forgotten by current man.
Incense wafts an earthy scent,
Grounding her to the past.
Winds push the smoke out
Swirls turn to calligraphy,
Chills runs through her bones
As the dancing trail begins to reveal
A story of ages long ago…
Why is there this hollowness from nowhere
A hole where my heart rests
Years have passed, still,
it creeps upon me from time to time
A yearning to connect,
even for just a moment
Triggered by a song, a smell,
Sometimes a random thought
That longing which cannot be fulfilled
It will not dissipate,
no matter the distractions
No matter the resistance…
But carry on I must
As flashes of the past,
And dreams never to be
flicker in my head.
Out of my reach,
beyond my control.
Why?
Fluttering yellow and black,
They land for a sip of water.
Their friends float near by,
Bouncing rays off gossamer wings.
A moment of peace in a crazy world
The spin slows to quarter time
And calm takes over.
The heart slows, a smile spreads.
Wish you were here to see this place.
Travel down the gravel roads,
Listen to the babbling streams.
Watch as the butterflies take flight.
Settled in, cup of tea in hand;
The chair gently sways beneath.
A warm sip trails down her throat.
The mist before her begins to lift
And the world comes to life.
Blue ridges off in the distance
Green trees rustle near by.
A bluebird flits from limb to limb
While a warbler sings to the side.
Yellow, white, orange and purple…
Clumps of wildflowers dance.
The mist lifts revealing skies so blue.
The birds fall quiet as the day begins.
Slumber fell from tired eyes,
Deep dreams, vivid like memories.
Rolling green hills, leading to mountains.
A gray mist hung in the air, petrichor.
Songs of cardinals and whipporwills echo.
Wooden rocking chairs on a porch creak
As the wind sways red-flowered baskets.
This is the place. Or it was the place.
Past or future, her mind will not tell.
But peace found her in that moment.
Dawn Renee Writes 