Found Poem 4

 

Found Poem 4

 

I’m rooted here not there.

Where, you ask?

Isn’t it obvious?

But knowing me I might not even see the opportunity to know the truth.

 

Let me try again,

I’m rooted here not there.

The grass dampens my feet and I feel free.

Solid ground holds me.

 

The firm turf reminds me

To look up to the sky and

Ask the stars to make my dreams come true.

Dreams are not far.

But we do need to reach out

They are rooted here.

I miss my home’s fragrant grasses.

I’m rooted here not there.

I am not there

But I wonder,

If I should just stay there alone, forever
behind the closed gate.

 

 

Attributions

https://frankhubeny.blog/

https://robertokaji.com/2016/10/26/parting-from-wang-wei-after-meng-haoran-2/

https://seeingthewhisper.wordpress.com/2017/02/08/in-seasoned-dreams/

 

The Secret Life of Mandalas

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I very happy to announce that my coloring book is now available at www.barnesandnoble.com. Thanks for your continued support.

 

My Crazy Bird

My friend Nina Wilson posted her crazy bird drawing the other day. I believe it was draw a crazy bird day. Anyway, this is my crazy bird. Strictly from my imagination. Thanks Nina for your inspiration. Check out Nina’s great drawings @ https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/

 

 

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Drawing by Melba Christie

Does it Matter What the Groundhog Sees?

Does it matter what the groundhog sees,

in times of such uncertainty?

Spring will be eventually.

Daffodils, and pink peonies bloom endlessly

and I for one hope eternally.

Nature promises to be true.

All we need to do is do

what matters the most

and happiness will be our host.

Complexities in life will not cease

But if we love well

meaning love each other

only time will tell

the human spirit will survive

and cultivate a new sping,

and harmony within,

clear and still alive.

God help us all to realize

that it does not matter

what the Groundhog sees.

Peace is up to you and me.

tulipanes

 

 

 

Soft Commotion and Jubilation

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Soft commotion

and jubilation

comes at a cost;

we must free ourselves

of negative thoughts;

even the ones we produce on our own,

certainly those grim ideas pronounced

on loud speakers by others.

It seems these days,

the loud speakers are louder than ever.

We know their truth and legitimacy.

there is no doubt.

FEAR suppresses the soul;

But I need a thousand colorful

and unbustable bubbles

to help me smile, sing,

and dance,

I need soft commotion and jubilation.

Don’t you?

Join me at least for today.

 

Found Poem # 3 – Truth

As promised I will continue to write Found Poems. Please note the attributions.

 

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She reaches up to wash the sky with pale blue

so it will be ready when you need it

Exploring the world within

Is only possible when you are true

the poet said to thyself be true

 

In the corners of my mind,

I watch the clouds move in

Hoping for the cleansing rain they might bring

We need truth to prevail

Clean and fresh to drench our souls

With aromas real and natural

Not the alternatives, no , no

 

We have to learn quiet again

All of us in unison

Still and determined

To reach up and paint a sun filled sky

And not forget to ask, “Why?”

 

Attributes

https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com/

https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/70181445/posts/4420

https://patcegan.wordpress.com/2017/01/28/growing-courage/

https://patcegan.wordpress.com/2017/01/28/our-unknown/

https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/53424024/posts/20163

https://jeffschwaner.com/2016/11/26/conversations-i/

 

 

 

Thinking about the Poetry of Emily Dickinson

A candle in the wind

The Poets light but Lamps — (930)

The Poets light but Lamps —
Themselves — go out —
The Wicks they stimulate
If vital Light

Inhere as do the Suns —
Each Age a Lens
Disseminating their
Circumference —

Another great find

Melba Christie at Poemattic

In a few posts I have described the things I have found in my attic. Most times my finds bring me back to a time and place I had forgotten about. I love antiques. I started collecting antiques at an early age. My dad loved to go to antique shops; he’d take me with him on his scavenger hunts for “treasures of the past” as he coined them.

During a visit with my daughter we finally had the opportunity to go an antique store housed in an old barn. What a place. You really need a day to see all they have to offer. As I was browsing at all the stuff I came across a 1940’s Royal typewriter. It was just like the one my dad had at home. It was stolen right after he passed away. I was heart-broken because my dad so loved his Royal machine…

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On Friends

Melba Christie at Poemattic

On Friends

Go forth into the busy world  and love it

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interest yourself in life, mingle kindly with its joy 

                                                                                         and sorrows,

 

tulipanes

 try what you can to do for others rather than what you can make them 

We look good together. We look good together.

                                        do for you,  and you will know what it is to have friends. 

   

                                                         …

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My Poetry and Art

Recently I decided to link my poetry to my artwork via several venues. I published my coloring book in September of 2016, The Secret Life of Mandalas, which is available via Amazon.com.

I have always loved graphic design and making my own greeting cards and other products. Zazzle.com and Threadless.com gave me the opportunity to create my products and use my art and poetry.

I want to thank those of you who have been so supportive this past year. I truly appreciate your comments and feedback.

Occasionally, I will post some of my products as they become available. However, my main focus and labor of love will continue to be writing poetry.

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