I can't stop the pen from dancing when it recognizes the tune of my heart.

The sun kisses my cheeks and the moon whispers to me the philosophies of the stars, the inquiries of mockingbirds, and the bedtime stories of the katydids...

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Make-Believe


The day was rainy, dark and bleak.
From behind the clouds, the storms did peek.
Raindrops gathered in the creek,
while ladybugs under mushrooms did sneak.

At the window, she sat and stared,
her rainboots dangling beneath her chair.
Grasped in her hand was her teddy bear.
And then she moaned: "I just wanna go SOMEWHERE!"

Annalise is a curious girl,
who loves to dance, and sing, and twirl.
She colors and reads and plays peek-a-boo,
but on rainy days those things just wont do!

"Let's go to the playground and slide down the slide!"

"It's too wet and cold!", her nanny replied.

"What about the park, or the gardens, or zoo?"

"But all of those things are outside too!
Let's make-believe inside, we can find plenty to do!'

"Let's make a fort and hide from big bad wolves and big brown bears!"

But all Annalise saw were stuffed animals, sheets, and lots and lots of chairs.

"Let's pretend to be pirates and have a sword fight!"

But Annalise wasn't up for it, try as she might."!

Annalise sat on the floor, her head on her knees,
blue eyes wishing the rain would just "go away pleeeeease!!"

A smile spread across her nanny's face,
and she remembered a very charming place.

Taking the child by the hand,
she whisked her off to an enchanted land.

A land where dragons make donuts and giraffes sing songs;
a place where dogs make rainbows and little lambs are allowed to tag along!

"But where could this magical place possibly be?" said she.

"Follow me, and you will see,
this magical place they call the LIBRARY!"

They took the elevator to the second floor,
where there were children, and puppets, and books galore!!

Then guitar music softy drifted near,
bringing a melody to their ears.

And as if the magic bells did chime,
the man with the guitar said "It's Storytime!"

So, inside they went and took a seat on the ground,
Annalise's eyes widened as she looked all around.

Larger than life three characters took to the stage,
juggling and singing, as if they'd stepped right off a book page!

Mary-Mary, Library Pete, and the Professor too!
Her nanny whispered "They're here just for you.
Watch closely and you will find,
that imagination comes in many kinds."

Then a knock came from the Puppet House door,
and out came Tommy-Dog to say "hi" to children he adored.

Then J.J. the lamb
popped out like toast,
she's the master of peek-a-boo,
the game she loves most!

"Let's make a rainbow!" she said to Library Pete,
who then asked the children to help draw this colorful treat!

He then reached for the Rainbow Bus,
parked high in the sky,
which held beautiful crayons,
pleasing to the eye.

First red, then pink
and orange, and blue.
Then yellow, and purple,
and even green too!

"GREEN!?!" shouted a voice from within the castle walls,
"It's the most BEAUTIMOUS, of colors and my FAVORITEST of all!"

"Why it's Cedric the Dragon" exclaimed Library Pete,
"Come out and join us, there's lots of children to meet!"

"I was down at the Donut Shop", the green dragon cried out,
for "Donut Madness -- you should come check it out."

"Thanks for joining us" Library Pete said,
"We have songs that need singing, and books to be read."

Then Mary-Mary read a story aloud,
children leaning in closely, quite the captive crowd.

The Professor said it was then time for one last song,
so the children took to the stage, eager to sing along.

"We can't do it without Jimmy Giraffe" the Professor exclaimed,
"it's his favorite song, let's call out his name!"

Then without further waiting, out came a giraffe named Jimmy,
children welcoming him there, while waving and grinning.

The Professor lead the song with sign language and love,
as "What A Wonderful World" soared through the rafters above.

"Storytime is over, and it's time to go home".
But the child resisted, thinking this place was her own.

With hugs all around Annalise finally agreed,
that they could go home if they checked out LOTS of books to read.

So, off they went and waved goodbye,
to Mary-Mary, Pete, the Professor, and the Rainbow Bus in the sky!

Back at home settling in for a read,
Annalise was distracted by something she'd seen.

"Come quick!" she cried out, "Let's get into my fort!
Hurry! Come now, and please grab our swords!"

"What is it?", cried her nanny, "whatever do you see?"

"The pirates are attacking, heading straight for you and me!"

Her nanny felt a smile creep across her face,
as she couldn't help but think about the events throughout the day.

This little girl had learned to love
a land called Make-Believe,
through singing songs and reading books
and discovering how to dream.

Her fort was made of magic stones,
she no longer saw JUST sheets.
The drawbridge was strong and drawn,
to ward off unfair defeat.

She danced around the room,
seeing a world through different eyes;
fighting pirates, saving pixies,
escaping reality's demise.

And so they played throughout the day
in kingdoms far away,
and their heads were filled with many things
Imagination had brought their way.

And suddenly the child looked up,
and saw the sun was out.
Her nanny thought they'd go outside
where Annalise could run and jump and shout.

At the window she stood and stared,
her rain boots parked beneath the chair.
Grasped in her hand was her teddy bear.
And then she moaned: "I don't wanna go anywhere."

Then taking her nanny by the hand,
she whisked her off to an enchanted land.
A land of singing bears and dancing trees,
of flying dogs and jitterbuggin' bees.
A land supposedly only children see.
But let me say, between you and me,
I visit there often - land called Make-Believe.
Imagination is the key,
and if you use it to unlock your dreams,
you too will live happily...

...ever after.


The end.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Disillusion.

the thunderstorms cloud my mind,
the rain washing away my thoughts,
lightning blinding me from what I can see,
thunder deafening my understanding.
beige and vanilla swirl around the skies,
no flavor for those who hunger.
a drab garment hangs in the corner of the room,
threads swinging from the hem,
the color faded, desiring sequins.
a pair of awkward loafers are tucked beneath the chair
dreaming of a different life;
perhaps longing to adorn the dainty feet of an elegant lady,
finishing off the couture design of an evening gown.
the pane is fogged with the harsh breath of the world,
my hands can't even wipe away a porthole.
my feet are soaked and my trousers heavy.
I can't move.
nothing is as it should be.
everything has turned to glass.
a frozen life on the brink of destruction.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

In and Around the Mulberry Bush

Why is it that we spend so much of our life thinking we understand happiness,
only to find out that happiness can be shattered during impulsive and rash moments?
Why is it that a sharp tongue and repressed feelings can weave a pattern of torn hearts and seething hatred?
Why is it that most of the time, we can't see the misshapen clock of misfortune,
for the wheels seem perfectly round and no matter what,
they keep spinning in pretty colors,
distractng us from the time wasted and lost on a life that we can't undo?
Why does the second hand keep the time moving foward
when sometimes we wish all would stop?
Why can't things work out in perfect synchronicity?
I am the eternal optimist, living in a pessimist's world,
and I feel my colors fading into the darkness that shrouds life's existence.
Paint my canvas with new colors
and show me a green sunrise and a sea of red and orange;
take me to a world of flying zebras and talking animals;
blindfold me and pull me into a world of dancing statues and still life.
Spin me around and let me go.
I want to wander aimlessly until I can dance no more.
I want to fall into the rabbit hole and come out the other side --
into a life undiscovered.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Within My Labyrinth Walls


when I am alone, I know you are here.
you make everything alright without a word, and with many words.
even when you haven't spoken, your breath still softens my fall.
the days are so long, and the nights even longer, and all of them I endure amidst a sea of open arms, people holding me tightly, yet feeling so alone in my quiet desolation.
life continues, my dreams prevail, yet I tiptoe through life avoiding the cracks and mud puddles.
why is it that I am filled with such rejuvenation on a day of grey clouds and sleeping sunshine?
why is it that I am told that I erase the clouds and fill the room with sunshine?
why do I want to cry when all I can do is smile?
why is life so cruel to play my heart against my mind and bring tucked away tears into cheeks filled with roses?
I want to curl up in a basket of flowers and float into the ocean of forgiveness and undeniable questions, laughing at the seals who tickle my toes.
calm the waves and let me ride them out and wait for me on the other side.
if you look across the horizon, you'll see me laughing with the stars and singing with the fish.
how happy I can be when life's treasures surround me.
I'm coming home.
promise me you'll always wait for me.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Promenade.

Shall I map out the way I once ventured?
Or shall I take in stride the company of my dwellings?
In this course my steps shall find the road
and wander through the brambles,
taking care to miss the thorns
and dawdle about the daffodils.

A sweet fragrance of afternoon bliss,
a warm caress of the afternoon breezes-
and yet my heart knows not the scent of that which it can not taste.
I need all my senses to create true existence in this mindless adventure.

Tender child,
Look not upon the weeds-
But look between them;
there you shall find your treasures.

The enchanted laughter awakens me.
Take my hand I want to know this place
which is so far beyond my earthly comprehension.
Can I dance? Can I sing? Can I stay?
This place, so rich with color and bejeweled with the dew of the morn,
has captured my soul.

Here my heart finds soothing solicitude,
seemingly perfect and enlivening.
A place closing off the world
which so many times rejects the beauty that lies within.
Here, beauty emerges from even the most somber of shadows.
I no longer fear the darkness.

The brilliance of tiny burning lights
brighten up it's every corner with the music of joy,
the harmony of this magic from within.
My home.
My sanity.
My journey.
My heart.
I am finally here.

This moment,
this life,
this bit of memory is forever lasting.
Bathing in the drops of starshine, I feel renewed.
A vivification of my soul emerges from within this tired soul.
It is here that I will remain young and learn to live anew.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Red.

Scarlett words drift through her breath
tainting the air with a passionate blow.
Lips, garnet jewels inlaid between the dowry,
every man longing to take them as his own.
A look, a gesture, she moves,
they follow.
Fabric descending to a pool of russet waves
she swims away.
Rubies glisten from her brow,
eyes seeking the cardinals in flight;
they with their directions of night,
she follows.
Rouged cheeks of copper and roses
glow through the transparent window,
her laughter resting in a blanket of cherries.
She lives to love the ones who know naught of her love,
she longs to bring the crimson rose to rest;
it's bittersweet fragrance the ardor of her seity.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Depravity.

Why do thoughts engorge my mind and time lays still at the breath of my words?
I want to sleep but I am haunted by the beckoning of the yawning daylight.
One more moment, one more blink, one last gaze into the loneliness of a room void of life,
but full of memories before I can lay this dizzied maze in the tomb of my deadened society.
Can I shed my photographs, motion pictures, and commentaries for an hour of silence and slumber?
I plead with you to cover my eyes and shield the light
that I may rest and be revived with the awakening of tomorrow's light.