Sunday, June 25, 2017

Never Enough*




Never Enough*

Ah to return to that drunk besotted joy - 
anticipation actualized as you, new babe lay
a moment in the curve of my arms.  I stood 
rooted to this earth in sheer wonder
of the blessed now – in a blink, 
sly eye of the Universe, spun-snatch-
melted you to poetry manifested
words - Yet, each poem could be
torn and pieces flung to the wind , 
to drift dust- tattered when compared 
to the suddenly born actuality of 
the flutter of your newborn lash -
perfect and inscribed forever – The
soft weight of your reality remains –
echo of all that can be – in a future
as yet unwritten – For now – my soul
soared, seared and ever yours – 
always and a day ....and you sheer poetry 
begun in an eight plus pound package 
of joy everlasting 
growing, glowing 
stretching, cooing 
on ...




*one can never get quite enough of the miracle and magic of a new baby
dedicated to my new grandson Austin 

Never Enough


First time holding baby grandson Austin Monte 



Never Enough*

Ah to return to that drunk besotted joy - 
anticipation actualized as you new babe lay
a moment in the curve of my arms - I stood
rooted to this earth in sheer wonder
of the blessed now – in a blink
sly eye of the Universe spun-snatch-
melted you to poetry manifested
musing - yet each penned poem could be
torn and pieces flung to the wind
to drift dust- tattered when compared 
to that suddenly born actuality of you-
the flutter of your newborn lash -
perfect and inscribed forever – the
soft weight of your reality remains –
echo of all that can be – in a future
as yet unwritten – for now – my soul
soared, seared and ever yours –

always and a day ....and you sheer poetry 
appearing as an eight plus pound package 
of joy everlasting 
growing, glowing 
stretching, cooing 
on... 




*one can never get quite enough of the miracle and magic of a new baby
dedicated to my new grandson Austin 

The Sunday Whirl    
words:
snatch, single, tattered, sly, dust, spun,
lash, drunk, rooted, sheer, curve, blink

Sunday, June 4, 2017

"look for the helpers"




as the departed but always present Mr. Rogers said... 

“look for the helpers”


some will say such is a sign of a soul
that will spare no cost to tear the
fabric of freedom forever –
some will say that terror is a gift of
love toughest that will lift all nations
to rise to their better selves …
I say that despite the fierce or flighty
Despite the deeds that dismay, taunt or
Terrify –it is the mercy of morality that
Shall always open the jar that holds the
firefly to soar sparkling – and thus bind
all wounds despite origin of infliction.








photo by 
 
The Sunday Whirl