Lines

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Your world covers your lines

in high-powered ad campaigns

that promise forever young

in a bottle,

the fountain of youth at a cost;

but swallowing emptiness

cannot fill canyons.

In your lines,

I trace the conquest of first love,

baby bottles and funeral baking,

losses and gains

multiplied by loaves and fishes.

No serum

can replace the living

drawn in these lines –

this is no paint-by-number

out of a box,

but an original,

a hand-drawn facsimile

of you. So hang out your laundry,

put it all

on the

lines.

The Web

Spider's Web Hens and Chicks

The web you weave caught hapless fly,

but now that I am grown, I spy

the trickery in every strand,

the feeding frenzy Evil planned;

so – no thanks.  Invitations sent

are recognized; their true intent

has been exposed, so say good-bye

to feeding on this wary fly…

A Death is Announced

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Wisps of frost on aging head,

wrinkled creases, wisdom’s crown;

joints to pain and creaks are wed,

Folds replace a youthful gown.

Even so, her smile is strong

though sorrow lines her blinded eyes;

beauty marks her dying song

as Winter sings her last good-byes.

Lean

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Lean,

you who are weary and heavy laden

with frosty freight

and glacial encumbrance;

leaning shows

not your weakness,

but your wisdom,

for I whose arm is strong

delight to share of my Resources.

Lean,

not on your own understanding,

but on Mine.

Incline your head and heart,

and in the leaning,

you will find rest.

Grow Patience

apple tree frost

Grow patience when you can’t grow fruit,

and soul and heart will follow suit

as character rears heaven’s taste

in disposition wisdom-laced.

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This apple tree waits patiently for the days of frost to end.  So too, I will wait for the blessings to follow soul’s winter season…

Instinct in Overdrive

Instinct in overdrive,

claws at the ready;

perception of danger

makes blood pound unsteady.

Attack mode’s not needed

at this point in time –

wisdom will teach you

when heart rate should climb!

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Do you ever fight the wrong battles?  

Ruffles and Folds

Antiquated, perhaps –

petticoats and ruffles

don’t equate with modern ways.

Facebook is what she does with dog-eared pages in her spare time.

Internet conjures up tangled silk stockings

rather than monitors and keys

in her mind’s eye.

Her skills are those of a dying breed –

her brain remembers how to keep the fire stoked

to bake her weekly bread,

not who visited her last.

How much pickling salt to add to a quart,

how to blanch her beans to keep their summer’s crunch

trumps where her little bed lies

in these confusing interminable hallways.

But her smile still lights up a room.

Her quaint and dainty ways still

cling to her ruffles.

And her wizened frame

hides true beauty

in its folds…