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Friday, May 29, 2009

Acceptance

Acceptance does not
necessarily mean
"giving in," rather
it could mean opening
your mind to other
possibilities

Lynn West
2009

Lazy Daisy

Lazy Daisy

Lazy Daisy refused to bloom
so Father Sun asked why

Because in order for me to
bloom, the blue skies have to cry

Silly flower, those are not tears
you see

It is simply mist
off the heaven's deep blue sea

So Lazy Daisy tried her best
and she bloomed like never
before

And Father Sun smiled a
winsome smile as he began
to set once more

Lynn West
2009

Thursday, May 28, 2009

The Farmhouse

The Farmhouse

I drove slowing along
the country road, mesmerized,
as the wheat waved
in the breeze, it's golden
splendor reflecting light
for what seemed like miles

Drawing closer, the worn,
dilapidated farmhouse
shown like a gray beacon, the
old tin roof a little worn for wear
and the smells of grandma's
baking filling the air...

There is no hug as tight nor
eyes as bright as that of
grandmother's on a warm
summer afternoon, when you
are road-weary and ready
to settle in to memory lane

I climbed the huge rock and
sat looking out over the cliff, seeing
miles of valley, the hills rolling
beyond, covered in green,
green grass, cows grazing and crows
circling, filling the air with their
caws

Grandpa found me there, still
staring out over the valley, the
sun going down and he sat down
beside me without uttering a word

The dinner bell rang and we both knew
it was time to go home, grandma was calling
and all was right with my world

Lynn West
2009

Summer

Summer

Impatient hues of green
reaching toward the sky

Splashes of yellow, pink
and purple too, ever pleasing
to the eye

Buzzing little bumble bees
dart around the scene
while bluebirds chirp out
sweet songs and life feels so serene

I am grateful for summer days
and lazy afternoons,
watching clouds float by
like puffy air balloons

Once summer is over
and the greens begin to brown
I'll remember this summer fondly
and wish it were back around



Lynn West
2009

Circling Madness

Circling Madness

Testing the waters of
madness, my foot slips
in and the icy awareness
snaps me back to reality

The circling buzzards
wait and watch as I falter,
yearning to pick clean my bones

I climb onto the slippery
rocks, moving trance-like,
determined not to let the truth
of what was take me down
with it - for being conquered
by delusion is not my will and
though I stumble, I will not fall

Waiting for my surrender will
be their lonely burden, starved
by my fortitude, the negative forces
within and without will be kept
at bay

...and I will survive, triumphant!


Lynn West
2009

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Tears of Renewal

Tears of Renewal

I surrender completely
to my unshed tears,
building like a starburst
in my chest

I let them flow like
tiny streams, building
to a mighty river
where I will sail
into the mist of
unknown days and
find my way back home

This journey has veered
off my intended path and
I find myself alone with
tattered dreams and wishes

And as my tears subside,
I find a new purpose, an
inner strength I never knew
existed and I shout to the
mountains and the seas,
here I am again, home at last

Lynn West
2009