On Halloween


Six black and white Pumpkins

On Halloween

there are two schools of thought

either you believe in ghosts or you don’t

some say it’s a holiday derived from the devil

others feel it is simply a time to revel

Candy corn and snickers bars

is all I care about

simple fun and dressing up

like a coffee cup.

whatever it is that you believe

one thing is for certain

if you happen to bump into a ghoul

run as fast as you can

and do not be a fool.

Happy Halloween!

Be safe! Check all candy before you eat.

Happiness


hello sunshine

Happiness went walking one day
And caught up with me
Quite unexpectedly

It asked me to give it all my sadness
It bundled all my fears
And soaked up all my tears

Happiness knew exactly what to do
To put a smile on my face
It reminded me of my blessings
They outweigh the bad
So there is really no good reason
To be ever sad

Happiness is a choice we make;
it waits for you the minute you wake.
Always look on the sunny side
It’s a rule you must abide
What good is it to dwell on the negative
When you can choose to be happy
Keep your life in check
and keep in sight the positive.

The Simplicity of Pink


pink simplicity

Pink means many things

It is quintessentially the color of serenity

womanhood

and unfortunately the color creating awareness

for that horrible disease I rather not pronounce today.

It is the Rock Star;

the sexy secrets,

only Victoria knows for sure.

It is the color of a Rose

and other delicate flowers

like the ones in Frida’s garden.

Pink is the color of my granddaughter’s cheeks

it illuminates her smile

and fills my heart with joy.

The simplicity of pink is not so simple after all.

My Mind


Mountain Scene

 

My mind drifts often
Like snow does in a winter storm
It takes short walks to get energized
When it returns
It reminds me of the sweet things in life

It does not allow me to think about the
Times of strife and suffering and of when
Sometimes my soul was not a soul

My mind escapes me occasionally;
It takes vacations to exotic places,
Where everyone is so relaxed,
They forget they exist.
What a wonderful feeling that can be sometimes.

My mind fills with imagination;
It questions the questionable;
It rejects the rejection;
Without exception.

My mind builds mountains
On the dessert.
Makes the moon smile sometimes,
And grows tiger lilies on the side
Of a lonely road to keep it company

My mind
Yes, it is quite unique
Inventive, and sometimes absent
From reality and the truth.

Josephina sees herself in the mirror


Josephina sees herself in the mirror for the very first time

her baby blues open wide

in awe of the image

she does not know yet

belongs to her

for she is only seven months old

Josephina examines the face carefully

moves in closer

looks straight into her own eyes

Wrinkles her tiny nose

giggles joyfully

in approval of the beautiful little girl

probably thinking they will be the best of friends

her mother watches proudly in the background

takes a short vídeo of the memorable encounter

and emails it to abuela.

And of course as all abuelas do

she is so proud

all she can think of to say

“¡Que Linda!”

deja vous all over again

Josephina’s mom did the same thing

Mirror, mirror,

Thanks for the memories!

Freeway, No way!


I just read about little four-year old Lliana (Lilly) Rose Garcia who died as a result of senseless road rage violence. I cannot begin to imagine the shock and trauma for her older brother Isaac as he watched her become lifeless. My heart breaks every time I hear an innocent child is killed because adults get angry and do not know how to control their rage. This is happening too many times. It is appalling, disgusting and sickening.

My prayers are with the Gracia family. I wrote this poem to honor Lilly:

Ephemeral rage

a life snuffed senselessly

a freeway, No way!

Never mind the traffic signs

Speed limits or laws

Basic humanity should rule

no respect for life anymore

Innocent child with

Beautiful Big Brown Eyes

mesmerize the angels

waiting for Lilly

The sky is the Limit

Nature Knows Geometry Well – Photography Challenge


Lately I pay more attention to my surroundings and all things in nature. I walk around the parks looking for natural textures and colors. It is amazing how different the roots of trees can be. I photograph all parts of the tree and there is a definite geometry to appreciate.

I would love to see the geometry in the photos you might have taken. Participate in the challenge for the next five days. Publish a new post with a photo interpreting the weekly theme. Create a pingback to Poemattic to share your post with others.

out limbed tree

 

It is not coincidence

Nature knows it’s Geometry

the grooves and curves carved

in an old wise tree

have perfect symmetry.

 

the leaves are put exactly

where they ought to be

so when the sun decides to peek through

the colors resonate to create a fantasy.

 

 

 

Nature Wins


One of our trees became branch-less after hurricane Sandy. the tree survived and this year a small branch gave birth to leaves. It seemed to me the tree was very proud. The leaves are now slowly turning. Once again the tree seems so proud. Or maybe it’s just my imagination.

Nature wins

Branch-less tree lives

                                                                                                                              Leaves appear defiantly

                                                                                                                                    Nature wins!

Again


A candle in the windI hate failure and we have failed as a nation to discuss gun violence. Ninety two people die daily from gun violence on the streets of our cities. I hate that we cannot find a viable solution. I hate that we have failed at standing together to protect innocent people like the five month old who was shot to death caught in gang violence and cross fire. I am sickened and heartbroken by this constant violence. I send prayers to all the victim’s and their families.

Again hate strutted in uninvited

Seven guns in hand

no one can understand

the motives behind it all

Mass murder is all too common now

no matter what the reason

Soon the news reports grows old,

Lives are shattered and torn apart

too many stories to be told

candle lit vigils, flags at half mast

cast shadows on the sacred ground

waiting for a miracle to at last be found

fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers

husbands, wives and children grieve

the love ones taken from them.

No one wants to believe

the reality and the truth.

The causes and the motives

unknown even to the most brilliant sleuth.

All of us know what needs to be done,

None of us need special permission.

to act with passion to make peace and love our greatest mission.