my mother 5-21-18

my mother like no other suffers her suffrage
in rage the storm ignite her form
a peddle pusher drawn
warm as a stem
where flowers grow as firm a fern may bend
her art is everything kind
the beauty is in her beautiful mind
that translate to the page
it feels so good when we’re on the same page

the night is blessed she sleep to rest
her bones
in spritely dress she does her best
a nap she cover with a throw
to paint what ain’t now known
the rain may ache her toe
so many paintings she really should show

standing still she take her pill
she love those pickles garlic dill
roasted peppers anchovies she eat her fill

Raymond makes her laugh
takes a shower every morning
just like june she’s snoring
steps on the scale afraid she’s getting fat
to find a book that isn’t boring
the buildings maybe black
color them shiny or mat

there for everyone she loves
she loves everyone
accessible sensible benefactor
takes a moment to ask a question?
who am i now that Harold is gone?
68 years listening to him sing off key
he was her best friend

mom i can’t live without you
you are my sunshine and my rain
you are joy and Palmolive
you are ivory liquid-
the tide rushes into cleanliness
you take away my emptiness
mostly by stuffing me with yummy food.

conceptual triumph

complexion soft vibrant
graceful conceptual triumph
certain truths melodious kindness
moon struck aplomb

fruitful endeavor quickness tempered
enemy blind curbed sight a scenic salutation

time lost enlightened lady has undone a fate
strengthens faith in work we undertake

for all the world will not ration
the rattled ramble enwrapped let go embarrassment
I’m fine because you tell me so

of a mind that forces bend and throw
in a moment the years come and go
and I am here in ocean swill
to curse the undertow

peace cease spoils in ruin rant tumultuous industry
illusterous benifiscent symmetry
ever changing beauty illusive
condusive imperminent

child sweet soft tender
stellar romantic as a star
redeem the sender the old wise words
that has me throwing barbs

whose life deepens with cries
the destiny arrives fleeting meeting of minds
that curse the turf when objectified

adore you i implore you
so much more meaning
when past the point of ill
sanctioned by the witness of the will

the evening’s cherished precious chill
enhance time and place a cozy chaise
would never wake
the great escape fought for in my prayers

blue skies through tree limbs aspire to be armed
never was a wilderness so warm
trouble isolated in the open air

hard for me to open up but please pull up a chair
we would dine and drink the wine
if only you were there

my defeat my concete does not negate you care
i maybe meek a doctor to seek
I feel too humble to repair

but now will change along the road
of rocks and stones
in the many miles yet to roam again with you my friend
to grant so human
tireless waves rave underwater caves flooding

mellow in mental melt downs to ones own conclusion
best request yet to move on I find so moving

shaker like a priestess
wearing ceremonial robes preaching to the choir

putting on your bejeweled dress of fire
believing in me I am not a liar
what transpire

puts the heart back restores the mind in it’s case history
i languish in the richness of my estate

found to understand to suffer illegitimate mistaken identity
freeing me to be as well as I am
underneath it all-a memory

thank you for holding my hand
a heart break mending
you’re healing felt deeply to the core.