The Spring

It does not gurgle like the brook
Meandering through the verdant nook
It bubbles like a soundless spring
Flowing from a source within….
Gleams in my eye like summer dew
My never-ending love for you

Janet~

When No One Is Watching......

Sometimes, when no one is watching
I reach out, quickly snatching
Favorite thoughts and memories
Back again
I taste them, as forbidden sweets
Closing my eyes,to savor every last bit
Of sugar that may be left
In them
What a wonderful pleasure I have found
Some things are still delicious
The second time around

J~

Into the Blue......

The moon casts her glow like a silver path
On the gleaming snow where twinkling stars laugh
As down from the sky, in wavering strains
Drifts the melody of warmer refrains
A snowflake spirals to the tip of my tongue
I taste it and smile; for a moment I am young
And I reach; reach up to the starry clime
But I cannot touch the passage of time
Or the pieces of you that have slipped away
Into the blue of yesterday

Janet~

Silent Storm

In the white-washed after-light of day
Another year silently ebbs away
Unlike the passing of a storm
The landscape remains unscathed, untransformed
No tortured, ragged aftermath
Where we can trace its powerful path
But simply a trickle of laughter and sorrow
The mystery of moments hid in tomorrow
The blink of an eye
The tick of the clock
A wistful sigh
The sobering shock
In the realization
Of time’s soundless hastening
A sudden revelation
A wordless chastening
As our wee mortality
Stares us in the face
And we ponder the futility
Of the human race
And life's silent storm
Leaves its trace on our brow
As we become
A little older now…….

Janet~

Today my brother...11 years younger than I,
asked me if I think I'm in the best years of my life.
I told him 'I think so'....and then I said...11 years ago
I knew so:) How will we really know what the 'best years' are?
But, my dear brother, this I know WE CAN'T STOP TIME.....
so count your blessings, not your wrinkles....of course you
don't have any...yet:)

Happy 34th B-day, Calvin!!!

In My Hurry

I never treasured you
As I should have
Or even recognized you
For whom you would be
….and now you are gone
I can never have you back
You will not return
So I can hold you again
The way you should be held….
To fully touch and taste you
I remember your scent
It taunts me now
You have become
The ache in my throat
The silent bleeding in my heart
I write of you
For you haunt me
In the misty morning
Or in the quiet low-light of the day
Or when the night is the color of you……
Intangible blue
Am I in love with you?
….or simply mourning the passing of myself
You have never changed
You are
And have always been
The past………
The irretrievable, untouchable past
Tomorrow, today’s raw, relentless wind
Will join you
As soft rain begins to fall

Janet~

Never let the moment
You hold slip away
Lest, while you’re not looking
It becomes
Yesterday

J~

Man..........

Between the tall buildings

The towers, sky-scrapers

Below the rewards of

Man’s greatest endeavors

There, at the base

Of grand architecture

Is the most amazing

And intricate creature

….man

Though buildings may draw

Grand admiration

And we stand in awe

At an artists creation

The inevitable remains

This is simply a street

Lined with structures

Of steel and concrete

But every last man

In all of the masses

Though he lingers admiringly

Or hurriedly passes

Is of equal value

In the Creators eyes

We are His workmanship

Bought with a price

……….blood

Buildings will crumble

There is nothing so grand

As to be immortal

Or above the command

Of One, who created

Not of stone or wood

But blew on the dust

And made flesh and blood

…..man

Concrete and steel

Will crumble and rust

Flesh and blood

Will return to dust

But within every man

And beyond our control

Dwells the immortal

The undying soul

Janet~

Architecture is such a pleasure

To behold

The completion

Of a great dream

But as I stood gazing in admiration

As crowd upon crowd rushed by

It suddenly struck me,

Every single person, in every single city

Or in the remotest corner of the earth

Never escapes the eyes of his Creator.

Architects dream, build, die

None of their work will remain eternally

But every man, woman, child, baby

Who breathes upon this earth

Will meet their Creator!

Hallelujah, He has also given to everyone

Living Hope

For the soul that will never die.

My Life.....

You were little once
Tiny enough to fit inside of me
Yet big enough to become
The best part of my life

Now, with casual indifferences
And mindless thank-you’s
You gather up my life
And walk away

Janet~

Somewhere In-between....or simply Middle-age

I stood there once....
Poised on the edge of a shapeless future
Staring the unknown straight in the eye
Fearless, in the power of a dream
Walking, as it were
Through perfect pastures
Where realities were dwarfed by ideals

I remember now....
Wistfully straining to resurrect forgotten ideals
Trying to remember how I used to feel
Before dreams and realities coalesced
Before I turned to see time falling away
Like melting snow or darkness
On a murmuring field

Janet~