In The Soft of The Night

No harsh darkness or shadows deep
Not quite awake and not quite asleep

Nights guiding lights unpolished by dark
Appear like warm embers awaiting a spark

A blanket of silence unfolds over all
Day Sounds are muffled and night sounds are dull

The breeze stops to rest on the tips of the leaves
Weighing each down in stillness to sleep

Time suspended in peace joining darkness and light
All life seems to whisper in the soft of the night

Side Tracked

The best laid plans – what can I say
Good intentions ruled the day
The plan was to start right away
But a new idea came my way

Then clichés came into play
Carpe Diem – Seize the Day
When opportunity came my way
How could I keep from being swayed

Even though the brass ring shone
My reach fell short and I came home
Not in defeat but with new skills honed
Plus inspiration for this poem

I love to write – with words to play
So even though I tend to stray
And chase some dreams along the way
With pen in hand I’ll end each day

 

A Moving Experience or How a Perfectly Rational Person Was Brought to Her Knees

After several years of invitations
Met by excuses and rationalizations
Circumstances forced reexamination
The fact was – something had to change

Alternatives were at a minimum
Renewals and deadlines held dominion
Now or never the prevailing opinion
But where in the world was Chanhassen?

Plans were made to minimize drama
Mom sent ahead to avoid the trauma
It will be OK, I can handle it Mama
You forgot your what?

The battle cry was organization
But time didn’t follow my estimations
Plans A through Z met annihilation
You want to deliver it when?

Downsizing was definitely on the agenda
State lines and weight meant a Goodwill bonanza
A pruning – no – pillaging extravaganza
What did it cost? – We won’t go there

And just when I thought I was over the worst
It was time to take on a new enemy – dirt
Unbelievable, undeniable, so embarrassing it hurt
I will never again pull the stove out

After all that there was still a long drive
A car full of must haves piled up high
Peace at the going but tears in my eyes
I always said that I loved adventure

My family and friends and the times that we shared
The moon through my window and the cat on the stair
The noise from the high school when the home team was there
You’ve got a lot to live up to Chanhassen