Sunday, January 29, 2012

To my sad love I stay

To be the one that sits beside
the one that's troubled, balled up inside
can be a place of love reside
though words not make many mountain slides

To be the one that holds the hand
not strike a note or snap a band
the one to witness sadness' brand
and speak the words so subtle bland

The one to simply be beside
not laugh, nor run, or even hide
but give oneself for the ride
and hear the words that one confides
is often best and lived with pride.

- Trish 2012

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Wounded warriors

There comes a time when one must stand
to take up arms hand in hand
with others stand and mothers cry
to take the road less travelled by
to offer aid to fight the cause
to be the one while others run
for liberty, freedom, and native son

Are you the one that takes this charge
to fight with others standing large
Can you this mantle wear with pride
and say well done with banner raised
to wear the pain that hurts your side
while others live you hold the scars
you mention not nor look for praise.

You stand or sit among us now
your heart so heavy your burden large
with missing limb or eye or brow
you take your stand at home but how
how can you last this test of time
alone without your youth and prime
you are our best our pride and joy
we love you still I say in rhyme.

- Trish 2012

Thursday, January 19, 2012

The eagles flight

Onward the rush of angels wings
to me the flush doth bring such joy
I'm free to taste the boundless heights
and fly where others dare not tread
I want for nothing but laugh and dance
for I'm the endless faceless clown
no paint, no need, not near the ground
where others tread I do not bound
to cliffs and clefts I onward go
I seek the never ending change
and flow of currents  seldom seen
I sail upon this gently now
and take a dip I make my bow.

- Trish 2012

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Foot prints in the morning dew

Foot prints through the morning dew
The breath that billows forth like clouds of pillow fluff
The sound so silent breaking now
No echo to my beating heart
Where is the day why does it wait?
As if to tease my waiting soul
I laugh a bit to test the sound
Can this be bliss that covers now?
The grass it bends with no retort
The sun doth wake with one eye snort.
I love the time this gentle walk
from porch to yard and onward strut
May all my mornings be so crisp
and I the one left under spell
I make a brief but solemn wish
May this brief moment last.

- Trish 2012