FOREVER THANKFUL
They cross my path
each and every day,
everyday heroes
simply doing what they do.
For no attention paid
they simply go about
the business of their day;
just ordinary folks
just like you and me,
doing extraordinary things
as they silently go
along their way.
They’re just ordinary people
doing the things they do
with their own special touch
and crossing my path
when I’m not looking
and when I least
expect them to.
But it doesn’t take long
for me to know
they’ve been here,
my world made
so much better
through their presence
and loving touch.
I’m so blessed by them
and by all that they do,
everyday heroes
simply doing
what they do
as they go
about their day.
(c) barbara kausteklis 5-28-12
Written for CPC Magic Monday/
"Do our Heroes Have a Certain Kind of Magic?"
http://www.friendburst.com/blog/85906/heros-kinda-magic/
Thanks always for your visits and precious comments
and for finding the pieces I post as so many of us are still so very invisible to one another.
Big Hugs.
~barb~
RENDEZVOUS AT DAWN
They gather together
in that quiet place
at the first breath of dawn,
where the silence of the morning
speaks in a hushed whisper,
where a renewed canvas
awaits our gathering,
where the colors of the day
begin to assemble one by one.
And I meet them there
where they gather.
And I listen carefully
to what they have to say,
those ideas gathered together
in that quiet place at dawn.
And I try to understand
as they converse
amongst themselves,
the birds just beginning
to sing their morning songs.
I try to make
some sense of it all,
those ideas I hear
as the sun begins to rise.
And I catch snippets
here and there,
random thoughts,
impressions,
images,
words dancing
across the empty spaces
of this morning’s canvas.
And I jot them down,
some of those ideas
that delight
in confounding me,
before they have a chance
to slip away,
to evaporate
into a busy day.
For it is
in the quiet
of my morning
that those ideas
of yesterday
and today
and sometimes
even of tomorrow
slowly find their way
to my hand
and to my pen
and to this blank page
that lays on the desk
in front of me.
And so it it is
that the lines and words
that tumble ’round and ’round
within this blank space,
making little sense all alone,
but begging for company,
meet together at dawn
and try to make some sense
of life’s bits and pieces
as the birds begin to sing
their melodies of a new day.
(c) barbara kausteklis 5-21-12
Written for CPC Magic Monday/
"Creating Magic With Your Ideas."
http://www.friendburst.com/blog/85897/creating-magic-ideas/
IMPASSIONATA’S TRANCE
Flames dancing
with a magic
and life of their own,
consuming my emotions
and spinning them around,
their delicate dance
igniting a passion deep within,
enlightened moments
within the flames
enveloping my soul.
Emblazoned against
a velvet midnight sky,
every fear swept away
and into the night
as enraptured by
their hypnotic spell,
I’m drawn once again
into their lyrical dance,
flames finding their way
through winding passageways
so long concealed
and into my heart
as I’m mesmerized
within the trance
of midnight’s blaze
and Love's impassioned dance
(c) barbara kausteklis 4-30-12
Written for CPC Magic Monday/
"The Magic of Our Passionate Hearts"
http://www.friendburst.com/blog/85337/magic-passionate-hearts/
Thanks always for visits and comments.
~barb~
AS SAD TEARS FLOW
Sorrowful tears flowing,
Mother Nature still weeps,
her voice weary,
her heart breaking
as we continue
to ignore her pleas,
her fervent wishes,
not too much to ask,
that we reuse
and recycle
and take care
of what we have;
that we conserve
the precious gifts
entrusted to our care.
But, as we know,
and sadly so,
her pleas unheeded go;
her gardens and her rivers
trampled upon and abused;
her oceans and trees neglected,
uprooted so and bruised
when all it takes
is a little care,
responsibility
and respect.
That’s all that’s needed
to make things right
and begin to repair
what we have so destroyed.
And we see it everywhere.
For when all
is said and done,
we’re just travelers
on borrowed time.
And though we have
a lot of work to do
for all Mother Nature
has been through,
it’s up to us
to fix what we’ve broken
and to make things better
for the next generation.
(c) barbara kausteklis 4-23-12
For Earth Day 2012
RELEASED AND SET FREE
Doing the best I can
with what I have today,
I try to look beyond
the very next step
to what lies ahead
through tomorrow’s door
as I leave the rest behind
and get it out of my mind.
I’m tucking away
those memories,
putting them back
where they belong,
in treasured boxes created
especially for them;
tiny remnants
and random bits,
leftover pieces
of another day,
another time,
layers of thought,
some half forgotten
and others almost lost,
faint images and muffled words;
I’m leaving them behind.
And finally,
after all these years,
I’m beginning to see
what has burdened my heart
and unsettled my soul.
And so I’ve begun
to put it all away
and let it all go,
released to no longer
get the better of me
as mixed with the ink
that flows through my pen,
it fills up the pages
and once-empty spaces
in lines woven with care.
(c) barbara kausteklis 4-9-12
Written for "Magic Monday/Magic of Life."
"Life is like photography.
You develop from the negatives."
http://www.friendburst.com/blog/85317/magic-life/
Thanks always for your visits and comments.
~barb~
INTO FOCUS
On a day not so very different
from today or any other day
(though now as I look back,
it was rather different, I'd say),
I woke up unexpectedly
to the silence of the fog.
And on this morning,
just a year ago or so,
I found something magical
in that haze as it hugged
the ocean's edge
and me.
All alone with the morning,
the gentle music of the waves
brushing against the shore
and my heart,
I heard a solitary seabird
whose shriek pierced
the silence as memories
of Long Island summers
and early-morning fog
flooded onto the canvas
of this California morning
as I walked along the beach.
I pondered many things
within the solitude
of that morning
a year or so ago
and thought it quite ironic
that so much came into focus
within the magic of the fog.
And as the sea cliffs tossed aside
their morning blanket of white,
I inhaled the peace
that was left behind
as the gentle waves
still caressed the sand
underneath my feet.
(c) barbara kausteklis 3-19-12
Written for CPC "Magic Monday/
Is There Magic in Your Fog?"
http://www.friendburst.com/blog/82202/magic-fog-3-18-2/
Thanks always for your visits and comments.
~barb~
UPON THE BRINK
I stand again,
quite precariously,
upon the brink
of what's in store,
upon the edge
of the future
and what lies ahead
as time marches
on once more.
It has no intent
of slowing down,
time moving
oh so fast;
and in my dreams
of night and day,
just a tiny hint
of what might
come my way,
though I don't
really know when;
maybe tomorrow
or maybe someday.
Maybe magical moments,
maybe adventures bold;
I don't really have any idea
what the future holds;
But I'm glad to
have had the chance
to speed things up a bit,
for just last night
I got a jump start
as I set my clock ahead.
And as the hands
move 'round the clock,
I'm not too far behind,
for I know once more
I'm on my way
as I drift off to sleep
dreaming of
come what may.
But I know that
by jumping forward
in this way
I'm not getting
too far ahead,
as before I know it,
October will be here,
and I'll fall
once more
behind.
(c) barbara kausteklis 3-12-12
Written for CPC "Magic Monday/
Changes in Springing Forward."
http://www.friendburst.com/blog/82191/spring-magic-monday/
Thanks always for your visits and comments.
~barb~
BRUSHSTROKES BEYOND
Brilliant hues
and subtle tones,
God's wondrous canvas
to behold;
columns reaching
toward the desert sky;
mysteries hidden within
stark sandstone walls
infused with nuances
of color muted and bold,
shades and patterns
God's rainbowed brushstrokes
sweep boldly before my eyes
and beneath my feet,
rich earthen tones,
auburn, golden, and rust.
And within the blistering heat
of this noonday Mojave sun,
red rocks stand tall
to meet the crystal blue,
not a cloud in sight,
not a a shade tree in view
as mile-long trains
creep silently
across the desert floor,
trails across the sand
unstirred by human feet.
And on this Mojave Desert afternoon,
hushed silence crowds out
the clamor of yesterday,
the freeways,
the noise,
the sensory assault
as on this day
and at this moment
I hear only the desert,
silent but for the sound
of my own thoughts.
And I can finally see
beyond the mountains
and catch a glimpse
of what lies ahead
tomorrow.
(c) barbara kausteklis 2-27-12
For "Magic Monday/
Share the Magic of Your Desert."
http://www.friendburst.com/blog/81274/share-magic-desert/
Thanks always for your visits and precious comments.
~barb~
