OPEN LINK NIGHT: LISTEN, MY CHILD, AND YOU SHALL...

Photo credit: Anna's son

HEAR!

child, what do you see?

what attracts your stare?

i believe that

only God is aware

what one day you'll be.

what put me there

in front of you

to catch this moment

of light, as yourself

you see in the lens?

grandchild of Anna

loved son of

loving son

who shall shoulder-carry

the family name, the tree.

be always ready...and aware.

each cat meeow, splashing fish,

running ant, sweet birdsong,

every Peep who comes along

teaches, reaches inside your brain...

learn to laugh, cry, live, love,

when pride says, "I KNOW"...dare!

a goal for you, baby one, be

Honest, Open-minded, Willing.

it is the HOW of living well.

and with your allure, I'm sure

a pleased God will say

you lived a life of

unending day.

fulfilling...

--steveroni

4/29/2013

Over @ dVerse Poets it is OpenLinkNight #94

--and the doors open Tuesday at 3 pm EST. HERE

YA NEVER KNOW

For Open Link Night, week #93 at dVerse Poets Pub. 

Postings begin Tuesday at 3 PM EST

EDNA WAS A BIKER-GIRL!

 A TOY CAN TAKE YOU 

ANYWHERE

Picture age four, a little boy
to whom Santa brought a toy
fiddle. Word rhymed with
diddle, as in "Hey Diddle, Diddle
The Cat and His Fiddle...
cow jumped over the moon, and
dish ran away with the spoon..."

I positively hated the violin
Hated my mother--a sin--
which led to many years
of torture, tears and fears.

SKIP from age 4 to 75
Hardly a man is now alive...?*

In nursing home a violin plays--
and it is ME, some days!
Playing for the old folks,
conjuring maybe a memory.

Smallest old lady (Edna) in wheelchair bent
over, as if God might send for her
that very afternoon. Eyes closed, nothing
moved...soundless room...just we two
alone (with about 40 others!), me
on floor, kneeling so I might see her face
and she, restrained with a brace, still in
mode of sightlessness.

I said to The Spirit--"What shall I play?"
Floated out from my violin that day, a
favorite "Ave Maria" which would say
most honest truth known, to Edna,
new Friend, most smallest lady--who
opened her blues, squinted at me. 

As we "connected" I saw a tear--only one,
roll down beautiful age-pruned place
along that creek where nose meets face.
What Utter joy--HOLY JOY I felt, as
her joyful memory-tears followed the one...

Thank You, God the Father
and Thank You, my Mother
for Gifts you both gave me that day,
Gifts for me to now give away......

As nursing aide rolled her away, I felt something taken from me.
Several days later, she was in heaven with her real Sancta Marie.
A nurse had whispered,
"We wondered if she would ever again
look out from her head bent there...
whether might once more shed a tear."

LAGNIAPPE:

...and every now and then, finding myself in a dark alley of life
I remember that day
and ask Edna to pray
for me.
--steveroni

This happened several years ago at                              
Moorings Park, Naples Florida

*from Longfellow's
Midnight Ride of Paul Revere

SIDE-BY-SIDE. STAND AND PRAY!

                                                      myriam loor

WE MUST LIVE WITH JOY
Is there a hell for these Peeps? HELL YES!
--Steve E

Pondering recent atrocities--while reading others who commented Monday's Boston Marathon 2013 happenings of horribleness--I found that I had not words to express my thoughts. Early this morning, picking up the most dusty book on my shelf, opening it randomly, I stared at this piece, as it stared back at me. From W H Auden's poem "Precious Five". This last stanza embodied my thinking, and is what I wished I could have written:

"I could" says the poet there,

Find reasons fast enough                        
To face the sky and roar
In anger and Despair
At what is going on--
Demanding that it name
Whoever is to blame.

The sky would only wait
Til all my breath was gone
And then reiterate
As if I wasn't there
That singular command
I do not understand:

Bless what there is, for being,

Which has to be obeyed, for
What else am I made for,
Agreeing or disagreeing?

--W H Auden

Posted by steveroni to dVerse Poets Pub 
Open Link Night (OLN), week #92

SAR-CHASM

Posted in OLN (Open Link Night) week #90.

Join us beginning 3 PM Tuesdays at dVerse…

The King of Sarcasm

walked into the room

with tongue cocked

ready to shoot.

Zing. Zing

Pop. Pop.

Bang!

Crippling blows

struck their targets

as he walked off

to sit alone…

and yes—

lonely

"Borrowed" from someone I do not remember.

Let me know, for attribution. Thank you.