Questions about the writing on the walls


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Writing on walls

always warrant some questions.

Why deface walls at all?

Have you no canvas as tall?

For whom exactly is your message intended?

Ask me why I feel offended?

Graffiti? Really?

Did this place not inspire ease?

Who do you think will be pleased?

I for one am sad that nothing

is left to the imagination.

Were you looking for inspiration?

This was such a zen place.

Now the Coqui feels disgraced.

No one can concentrate on its sweet song at night.

The distraction is too great.

What does it say anyway?

Nothing that means something to me?

So you see

the writing was not on the wall afterall.

*I love art.  I respect all art forms. I support freedom of expression. What I hate is when such serene and beautiful natural spaces are obstructed or defaced.

* The Coqui is a small cricket indigenous to the Island of Puerto Rico.

Daisy


This poem is dedicated to my sister Daisy. Tomorrow would have been her 75th Birthday. 

 

Daisy on my front porch

 

I am reminded

of her everyday

in so many different ways

especially at dawn

as the sun slowly sneaks up

on us to help us watch

daisies dance with buttercups

she was the sunshine

of the night

and made our lives

feel just right

She was my confidant

and keeper of my hopes

she never let me down

and taught me how to cope

with life’s imperfections

Daisy was my sister dear

when around her

I never feared

I could tell you so much more

of the things that made her special

but as you know

of daisies sweet

the bees converge upon their feet

My sister Daisy

spread her love

and made you believe

that angels looked down on only you

from the heavens  above

I am reminded of her everyday

in so many different ways

and when I see a garden near

I look for daisies among the rest

because of all the flowers on the earth

daisies are the very best.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The poet’s work defined by other poet’s works


“A poet‘s work is to point at frauds”

and to to take “a late walk”

to observe the sunset.

A poet’s work is

A thing of beauty

but can be A song of despair

when “A dog has died.”

A poet’s work can be

A hand mirror

so you can see the truth

face to face.

A Poet’s work is “Acceptance”

that sometimes there is not much that a poet

can do about abolishing hate and breeding peace.

A poet’s work

is a “Brave and Startling truth

and or a “Lesson in Vengeance

or an “Enigma

or a simple “letter to an aunt

to ease her pain.

A Poet’s work

eloquently describes a “summer’s dream

or a “conversation

about  “Faith being a fine invention

But for me a Poet’s work is to

“Carpe Diem” and speak from the heart

every minute of the day.

     Melba Christie

Do you know all the poets whose works were cited in my poem? I will post all names in my next post.