A flower blooms
While a child cries.
A life is born
As an old man dies.
Life’s not given.
It is a loan.
It’s time we use,
But never own.
A privilege bestowed.
Something to cherish.
Spend it wisely,
For soon we all perish.
Then our children are left
With the life we once mused.
To make the most of existence
And time we once used.
Paint rains from above
On brushes of sunlight
Pouring upon sepia forests
Awakening shades of life
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Imprisoned by these chains for so long,
Wonderment kept beyond my reach,
On the outside looking in…
Resisting my shackles
Until they give way,
Granting pardon.
Unfettered,
I am
free.
I collected great moments this past weekend and lots of them. Deep in the forest, on the shores of a peaceful little lake, I found love, laughter, camaraderie, serenity, silliness, beauty, and a whole lot of fun. I will cherish every memory I brought home from this past weekend. On the other hand, I also found sunburn and mosquito bites. I will be happy to forget those. Still, I’d be willing to turn redder or itch harder if I could go back and do it all again.
I also took pictures, a LOT of pictures. Writing is my passion. It always has been. However, photography is quickly becoming my favorite distraction. Believe me, I am no professional. I just love everything about it, from seeking my subject to finding my favorite shot of it when I’m done. They say a picture is worth 1,000 words. For a word nerd such as myself, there is a lot of allure in that.
Anyway, it was my intention to get back to the grind today. However, a deadline calls… that’s right, I have a deadline. That sounds like something real writers say! Instead of new poetry for the blog today, I am working on a couple of new pieces for a book. There will be lots more about that to come.
In the meantime, I thought I’d share a quick pic from my adventure.
Tomorrow I will disappear into the woods for a few days. Where I am going, cell phones don’t work. Internet is a luxury. Instead of the lights of towering buildings and racing cars, we will gaze upon the twinkling lights of a billion stars. I’m going to paddle a kayak instead of drive a car. I’ll absorb sunshine like a solar panel. The drinks will be cold and come in bright colors. The food will come off the grill instead of out of the oven. This weekend is the first of our summer cottage weekends. It would be absolutely perfect if my oldest could be there too. Sadly, he has to work.
I wrote this in honor of the upcoming weekend, and the beautiful summer that will follow…
Campfires
Umpires
Parade clowns
Resort towns
Mosquito, mayfly
The Fourth of July
Long walks
Beanstalks
No school
Swimming pool
Warm nights
Squeals of delight
Speed boat
Beach tote
Firework show
Suntan glow
Run free
Climb a tree
Squirt gun
Hot dog bun
Swimwear
County fair
Summer night dream
And ICE CREAM!
Carrie Mayhem 