Hosted by Dan Antion from Cee’s Fun Foto
This one took a moment, as I do have a few too many hobbies, but I’m certainly not going to complain! This is my newest hobby, which is an extension of my other two favorite hobbies; flower gardening and photography! I’m still learning, but having a good time doing so!
A pinch of sugar
a dash of salt
That’s all it takes
to make a recipe complete
Pop it in the oven
for an hour or more
Out comes something delicious
soon devoured by all
Just a pinch of sugar
with a dash of salt
On their own alone
does not a full recipe make
Do not bother to add the core ingredients
bypass incorporating the solid foundation
Forget the constant whisking and stirring
and neglect paying full attention
Then the little bits of sugar
with only the occasional dash of salt
Can not manifest a beautiful recipe
and eventually gets thrown out
Lies smell of demolished dreams
shaking chasms of arthritic hopes
Scam artists eager to turn
innocents into victims
Step into a legacy
of rich men’s promises
A chest full of empty emotion
sits molding with age
Faith beats within a shattered heart
blood slipping down the ragged edges
Shame peaks out beneath the fringe
of ruby red droplets staining a spirit pure
Roosted deep within a soul
a tiny orb of hope remains
Willing to rush back towards the pain
at the mere mention of a name
A spot along the rugged strip of life
diluted by longing and tears
Slowly dissipates into the unending
and timeless void of the universe
When a second is a lifetime
and a minute becomes eternity
When hurt becomes an ache
and turns into unbearable pain
When dusk becomes an endless night
a void with no end in sight
When the gentle rays of the sun
become a blistering heat-filled menace
When time has no meaning
until time ceases to pass
When truth becomes a lie
and the lie a solemn truth
When falsehoods and greed come first
before honesty and human compassion
When love for one is more
than the love received in turn
When buildings and structures devour
the natural treasure of Mother Earth
When man no longer cares
what happens to his kindred and kind
When all becomes lost
and man’s time has gone away
Is when Mother Earth herself,
will shed tears and wonder why
So very humbled and honored to be included in the list of featured authors for Edge of Humanities one year anniversary event!
Out on the fringe
hanging still
very quiet
A tempest wind
blows through
fringe dances in the breeze
Too soon the wind
goes away and
fringe returns to stillness
Debris lay at her roots
a prophecy realized
the last story
mirrored in voices
echoing from the past
Doors emerge
a pathway leads
the traveler through
time and history
into the present day
Distant thunder
marks the riff
where lightening
split the barrier
between good and evil
Doctors appointments
ongoing tiresome things
It’s what happens
at a certain age
Procedures ordered
medication prescribed
Makes an old woman
want to run away and hide
Others ride in twos or threes
though through it all I ride alone
I notice those who walk hand in hand
out here I am on my own
Independent and free
by choice or not
Fate has deemed this
to be my lot
I spoke with the Sea today
and she talked with me
Old friends together again
basking in the warm summer sun
Her waves so tranquil and calm
a lovely balm to the pain
Of never seeing you again
the Sea called to me
Upon her shore I sat down
legs stretched out in the sand
Her water lapped at my toes
as I could no longer stand
Age has begun to reclaim
my bones – my skin and my brain
But the Sea I remember well
and the Sea remembers me
Be still she whispered to me
let my sand a bed for you be
Close your eyes and rest for a while
and I’ll carry you home
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 