Pardon my touch
I can’t help myself
I love you so much
When I lay my hands on you
I feel the warmth of your blood
Coursing through your body to me
Like a smooth, gentle electrical charge
I find comfort in the beat of your heart
That infills me afresh and anew of the love
Between you and I that will never depart
Pardon my touch
I can’t keep my hands off you
Can you feel it too
One thing I’m finding out is my television and radio are not exactly my friends most times. I remember when news was complete in half an hour and then cartoons came on for the kiddies. Now it takes two to three hours to say the same thing over and over again.
You might say turn them off and do something else like read a book, paint a picture or take a walk. My reply to that is you’re right and that is what I’m doing.
I Look around and see
Everything looks different to me
There’s sounds penetrating the air
Constant listening causes despair
Until I have to say
I just don’t care
And move away from there
Fingers glide across the strings
The masters touch makes them sing
Skilled and articulate with sweet melodies
Captures the body, soul and spirit
Sends you to a place unknown
Brings you to your feet
Swaying to the beat
Delighting in the moment
Longing for a life time
Last cord is struck
End of the masters touch
Melody plays again in the heart
Though the master and his songs soon depart
There are a lot of things to do
Some things old and some things new
So confused, in circles I turn
Trying to decide which way to go
I haven’t figured it out yet
Maybe today I’ll take a rest
From the hard decision
That I thought was easy but isn’t
And revisit this another day
When I’ve finished my rest
Quietness is screaming loud
So I can’t hear myself think
Who can stand silence
Just sat there and stared
While twirling his hair
No yawn nor a blink
Eyes closed quick as a wink
Head bowed like in prayer
But no prayer going on,
A weird sound came from the car
Sounding like a fog horn
blaring in the night
I tried to see if
What I heard was right
The sound was loud and clear
Took another look and listened to hear
The bowed head not in prayer but sound asleep
Drool sliding down his chin
Splashing on his chest
A snort and a jerk
Head snapped but not alert
Continued the fog horn blast
The day has come to test my wings
To fly away and begin again
A new adventure in my life
Where I’ve not been before
Sometimes scary
I maintain control
Up and down
All around
With my wings I soar
Peering through keen eyes
Looking for my place
Where I am to be
To start anew
Can’t return to the place of old
It was temporary
Has grown cold
I don’t fit there anymore
Taking a deep breath and letting go
Using my wings of new life
I was taking my morning walk when a whisper beckoned me to come. It wasn’t a person I could see. Just a sweet calm voice calling me. I turn toward the direction the call came from.
I heard trickling stream and a breezy hum. Peace and tranquility was the drawing force. Captivated me and pulled me off course. A momentary respite and Joy overflowing was just what I needed to keep on going.
Holding Pattern
A holding pattern has locked me in
I have to stop; I don’t know where to begin
I look left and right; all around me
There is no clear picture of where I’m to be
Hold steady and wait
Don’t want to be early or late
Clear eyesight and tuned ears
On guard for directions
Freedom to proceed brings great cheers
What a fun time it’s been
From beginning to end
A miraculous blend
Of words again and again
Thoughtful Expressions 