Sunday, May 13, 2007

Life's Energies

    topic by GaerLlwyd 
  Following a path of sweet redemption
  through the broken gravel, thorns, and rocks
  begging for a bit of God's attention,
  wondering if omnipotence, forgot...
  Pushing through the pain of life's misery
  as if tomorrow, were a brand new day
  Strength and sinew  fighting would be weary
  obstinence the key to holding bay..
  Ask me if it hurts to be unrested...
  to be forever in the working mode..?
  What is life, if it is not soul tested?
  Is it just a race to growing old?
  Life's energies are best spent in our deeds
  Life's ending without marks, is death, indeed..
 ©Dreamsbyday  / Denise~Marie
  Runner Up-Tag poet of the Week, April 06

Lacey Pink Stockings

Lacey Pink Stockings

Weird that my mind is thinking about clothes...
How often do I sit and examine things as those?
A door bell chimes or a telephone tones ,
I'm suddenly thrown out of pensive mode..
… sorting , ‘sorta lost …

Ahh, but these lingering odd thoughts…
variations of memories wrought

by sunlit garments , wind caught…
Seems my line is no different, than others.

So ordinary.

Stark white flags, Egyptian cotton sheets, tease…
There’s more black here, than most, to catch the breeze..

Flapping to a windswept melody,

The pieces unaware of what they sing

Across the fence.

Why so much black ? Do I lack of color sense?
Perhaps a statement of morose pretense?
Never knew I was quite so dark. None the less...
There’s nothing frill , mostly working duds-
cleaned with simple suds .

A dab of spot remover, a little bleach...
All said and done, what does laundry teach ?

Is something bright so far outside my reach?
Some lively color, might be overdue…
Like lacey pink stockings…

©Denise~Marie aka Dreamsbyday