Happiness in the present


Happiness is in the present

 

It’s here now.
right this moment,
Stop and listen:
Its whisper
will mesmerize you.
Stop for a minute and breathe;
Its scent is in the rose.
Stop for a second and
let your yourself feel;
Its touch is like a child’s heartfelt hug.
Stop for an instant
It looks like a rainbow.
Stop and savor the moment
It tastes like cotton candy.
Happiness is right here.
Don’t let it go by you.
It is in the present.
Just pay attention.
 
 
 
Melba Christie @ 2013
 

 

 

Tersa Rima Sonnet Challlenge


Keep faith

by Melba Christie

 

Beyond the horizon and to the right

you’ll find my rainbow adorning the sky

hoping your wishes keep it in sight

 

 they say you may find a pot of gold

 keep the faith because you never know

 and if you dare, just stretch and be bold

 

 This world is not meant for those who are shy;

 It is for the courageous and strong

 It is for those who always question with, why?

 

 Keep track of rainbows and stars if you can

 God made them for us to help keep our faith

 the faith deep in your soul no one can ban

 

 Delight in all seasons and all nature brings

 You will know He is with you when a Robin sings

 

Meeting the challenge for writing a terza rima sonnet

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There is a Paradise of Words



Paradise of words

There is a paradise of words
brilliant, exceptional, enchanted
Some still unimaginable
Full of pleasures beyond feeling
to be owned by only a few of us
who understand their delight 
and the sensation words bring to the soul
words meant just for you or me
perhaps intentionally 
on purpose

I love all words 
I love when they decide to dwell inside 
my heart and mind
but most especially
I love the adjectives

I love words 
when they finally find each other
and mesmerize the poet
captivate the playwright
court the novelist
or muse the songwriter

I love the words that question
the impossible, the self, the irrational

I know I may never meet you all 
or feel your intensity and strength
or understand your significance
in my lifetime

But my vow today:
is to seek you
attract you to my poetry
and love songs
so that hopefully
I am remembered.

The shape of things


pattern for sofa coverDesign by Melba

Have you ever wondered about the shape things take
why a square is a square
no matter where
why a circle is round
and so hard to bound
why a triangle
means three
and that’s not company
No matter what shape you like
or what shape you are in
it probably best
to be round
and able to spin
Geometry dictates
the theorems and postulates
which why we know
“If a quadrilateral is a parallelogram, the opposite
sides are congruent.”
In life we are all shapes
somehow connected to each other
like the pieces of a puzzle
we must come together
so let us be complementary
or supplementary if you will
and the next time
you feel you are odd in shape
look around  you
because there is always
a space you can fill.
 
-Melba Christie (c) 2013
 
Dance Floor
Dance Floor (Photo credit: enric archivell)

 

Memory of a Sale


 

 

Memory of a Sale

 

 

 

by Melba Christie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was a crisp and sunny day in October. Columbus Day to be exact and she had the day off because her boss was a native Italian from Genoa and he had made it a tradition to close the small men’s clothing factory where my mother worked for twenty years. I was off from school and mom wanted to get in on the Columbus Day sales at her favorite department stores Alexander’s and Hearn’s. This shopping spree of sorts had become a ritual and I looked forward to getting a new pleaded skirt and maybe a new pair of shoes. Barely a month shy from my birthday my mom would be able to afford an additional gift for me if the price was right.

 

 

 

We started out early in comfortable flats. We would arrive in time to actually stand in line for an hour along with a few hundred other shoppers ready to race into the store. Mom planned the trajectory for the stores we would visit and strategized for getting to the right store at the precise time. She scheduled the first store based upon how many bargains she could get in one stop. Factored into her plan was the original prices of items and how truly discounted they actually turned out to be. She was astute and knew that many times prices inflated a few days before the big sales day and then was suddenly reduced to 50 or 75 percent from the original price. Her shopping afforded no luxuries. The budget was slim and she was disciplined enough to buy only what was needed. Dad had passed away a year earlier so we needed to be careful not to go over. Mom always bragged about how she learned to be a great accountant without having stepped a foot into college. She had survived the Depression and knew that every penny counted. Widowed twice and left with very little resources taught her many lessons about managing her money and economics in general. I still cannot imagine how she ever survived those hard times. People complain about our economic woes today; well my mom could have been a consultant.

 

 

 

That one day though she had secretly planned to visit another store. I managed to talk her into getting me a new pocket book and I couldn’t wait to get home to stuff it with things. But as usual we stopped to eat at Nathan’s. She loved their fries. I loved their hot dogs. After lunch she detoured from our usual route and nonchalantly announced that she wanted to go into the furniture store and ask about the French provincial chair and sofa that was on display. As we walked into the fancy store I wanted to remind her that we could not afford any of the furniture. I thought she had lost her mind. But I remained quiet because I knew that once she had made up her mind about something there was no changing it.

 

 

 

She walked straight to the golden brocaded sofa. Her hand caressed the fabric and for the first time in many months I saw her smile again. A few minutes of silence ensued and she proceeded to sit on the edge of the sofa slowing sliding her body onto the back of the sofa. A soft sigh slipped out and she asked me if I liked the sofa. It really was not the type of thing I could fully appraise at the time. I was barely fourteen but I could tell she was in love with it. My brain did not realize that I had started talking and I heard myself saying, “I love it mom.” Another smile adorned her face and I say this because when my mom smiled (which was very rare) it seemed that the whole world was waiting for it.

 

 

 

The salesman walked over. I had caught him watching my mom’s every move from a few feet away. He was going for the kill. He knew that an affair had begun and that a sales pitch would not be required this time. My mom was smart. She had done her homework. She was determined to get the sofa and the chair for the lowest price possible. Little did the salesman realize he was up for a trading battle. I watched as she masterfully haggled down the manufacturer’s suggested retail price to two hundred dollars less. She filled out some forms and the next thing I know is that they were arranging the delivery date. It ended up being what would have been her wedding anniversary. The whole thing was bitter sweet. The day it arrived she did not sit on any of the pieces. She sat in my dad’s old raggedy arm chair and stared at it. Come to think of it she never sat on the sofa. However, she loved it when company sat comfortably on it. She sat on the green brocaded French provincial chair. She’d come home and sat on it like one of the women chosen queen on the daytime show. It was in that chair that my son was first introduced to famous children’s stories from her native Puerto Rico. I sat on it only a few times. Most times I just squeezed in beside her side during those very special mother daughter moments. I finally gave it away one day years after she died. It remains very vivid in my mind though. It was a chair most definitely fit for a queen.

 

 

 

 

 

Chair
This brocade pattern is very similar to the one on my mother’s French provincial chair.

 

 

 

 

 

Three Sisters


My oldest sister’s name was Daisy. Thus I love the flower too. My sisters are older than I so I was lucky enough to have their unconditional protection all my life. We are only two sisters now and we are best friends. When I saw these daisies it reminded me of our sisterhood and how much they mean to me.

 

So much alike

yet individually unique

a union no one could ever break

 

intuitively connected

as if they had known each other

in another life long ago

 

always there for one another

no matter what the strife

Their roots deeply embedded

in tradition and  what’s right

 

Their love for one another

can only spark a fight

to defend each other fearlessly

from any harm imposed

when they disagreed

the youngest would always

shout,

“Ladies, this case is closed.”

 

Melba Christie

Three Sisters

Melba Christie (c) 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weekly Challenge – Saturated


Saturation

This watercolor painting is very small and I wanted to add an element of surprise.

 

Growing Closer


Without  a care in the world

We stroll through life

and make each moment count

Image

 

No GPS

No SUV

No real plan except maybe for His

 

Our hearts full of passion

connect to our brains

that know exactly what it is that matters

and what it is, is true

and just right for me and you

I witnessed a miracle tonight


Image

 

In a crystal house
two old souls collide
no longer having to hide
their love once forbidden
 
a dream finally fulfilled
transforms shattered glass
into glimmering starlight
allowing the sky
not to be shy at night
any longer
 
those of us
who witnessed this miracle tonight
 
have hope
that we too can
find a love
that transcends time
and can only become stronger.
 
Melba Christie (c) 2013