~~~POETRY & PROSE~~~
IMAGES ARE A SELECTION OF MEMORY
WHISPER
I SIT IN MY LARGE OVER SIZED CHAIR MEDITATING
ON THE PLUME OF SMOKE THAT RISES IN THE AIR
FROM TOO MANY CIGARETTES AND CAFFEINE
TRYING TO PUT MYSELF ON PAPER
FLIPPING THROUGH THE PAGES OF MY LIFE
AS IF I WERE A BOOK OF POEMS
LOOKING AT THE PAST AND UNKNOWN FUTURE
BUT WHEN THE FUTURE BECKONS
I FOLLOW - RIDING ON THIS PLUME OF SMOKE
NOT KNOWING WHERE IT MAY TAKE ME
ONLY KNOWING I MAY RETURN AT MY WILL
AND WHISPER, im back. . . . .
© 1999 Gail Goodwin (All rights reserved)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Time Passages
Like time pressed in memory
She sits graced with age
Romantic images dance
From a small candle glow
The story she tells
Is one of long ago
Gentlemen callers come and go
A faded dress worn from time
Hangs in the corner, no reason or rhymne
A ball once attended
A lover's quarrel - not quite mended
Like time pressed in memory
She sits graced with age
The world around her
Becomes a stage
© 1999 Gail Goodwin (All rights reserved)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
MY Parlor of Ole
Tassels and Feathers
Ole lace and screens
Rose covered walls
Yellow,red and green
A genteel room
Made of long ago dreams
It possess my soul
This room of ole
Tassels and feathers
Ole lace and screens
Rose covered walls
Yellow,red and green
© 1999 Gail Goodwin (All rights reserved)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Riddles and Rhyme
When I Am A Lady of Time
I shall write poetry and prose
Filled with riddle and rhyme
In my home of feathers and plumes
I shall wear my black satin gown
My beaded shawl loosely hanging down
Few will know what to say
Others will say a lot
And make much ado of nothing
In my home of feathers and plumes
I will go to my special room
There I will chase away any form of gloom
My wisdom of living will be told
Riddles and rhyme will unfold
How to be a free spirit in this world of old
Love and laughter and memories to behold
To share these things with a friend and maybe even a foe
To touch the heart of someone you don't know
I will live on cheese and wine
And perhaps a dinner from time to time
That will be simply divine with my glass of wine
Faded overalls or jeans
Barefoot on a field of fresh grass
With a large summer hat shading my face with a slight lean
Picking flower's, yellow rose and a touch of green
Herbs aroma drifting with the breeze
Breathing in the warm air of spring
My thoughts spinning with riddles and rhyme
In the evening nights with the moon shinning so bright
I shall write these words down in time
Just as I am now!!!!!
In my black satin gown
With my beaded shawl loosely hanging down
January 21, 2000
By Gail Goodwin
The Rainbow
Beneath the bruises
Her beauty shines through
Patting on makeup
Wondering what she should do...
The children laugh and play
She smiles gently
To them it's
Just another day...
Caring hands have calmed their fears
She brushes her hair
Across her cheek it stays
While deep inside she hides her tears...
A simple dress forms her body
So thin and frail
Will he like it
Or will he yell...
The Minister on television
Says all will be well
As she cleans the house
Was that a dizzy spell...
Evening shadows cover the walls
Packing her suitcase
And a teardrop falls
Kitchen aromas fill the halls...
He'll be home soon
A protectivness comes over her
A will she once knew
The children go to their room...
She stands quietly at the door
This time she says
She'll not take it anymore
He knocks her to the floor...
Upon bended knee
To the Lord she decrees
Get me through this night
And tomorrow I WILL be free...
A rainbow for all to see
This man no longer controls me
A smile slowly appears
She knows God is here...
By Gail Goodwin
~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~More Musings~~
~~~~ A Tea Launches a Revolution ~~~~
~~~HOME~~~
|
|