Life of the Party

Confetti days floor
forgotten delight, awaiting the broom

Wallflower days hide in a corner
clutching a cake-crumbed paper plate

Donkey days rear end
butt of the joke without a tail

Piñata days swing high
sticking around to take a beating
then spill my guts
greedy grabbing for gossip
hoard, unwrap, savor

Balloon days float then deflate slowly
rise and fall,
tied down by puppet string

Streamer days twist and hang
Disposable, wrinkled, easily torn

Wrapping paper days rip open
crumpled then throw away

Oh to be that trick candle again
surprise delight
the child in all of us
as we gasp fully
exhale passionately
this life of breaths
unsnuffable

Re-light this spark within.


“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.” 
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

"Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being." Genesis 2:7

ReTURNing

I skipped through the ABC's today
and this is what I found
Ageless adventure abracadabra
Blueberry blossoms bold unbound
Curious clear-headed creative
Delicate daring dame
Exploring enchanted exploits
Faithful fluency unframed
Genuine giddy glow again
Hopeful happy hopping here
Inspired to invent imagine
Joyful jokes jests un-jeered
Kindness Keepsakes Kisses
Love
Motherhood minus minding the mess
Noble natural nurturing
Onward original openness
Playful pin-striped passion
Queen's quest for quaint quote quips
Rapturous radiant renewal
Succulent smiles set strawberry sips
Trusting truth to tender touches
Uplift understand unite
Vim Vigor Vitality
Wholehearted wonder clouds of white
XOXO X marks the spot
Yes yearning Your yesterday
Zany ZigZag Zealot
the ABC's of reTURNing to play.





"If you want creative workers, give them enough time to play." 

~John Cleese

"Fear pushes us around like Nelson bullies Bart Simpson and Milhouse, and it holds a Keep Out sign over the adventure, wonder and even simple every day confidence God has called us to experience... If you keep handing the bully your lunch money, don't act surprised when he keeps taking it."
Steven Furtick, Crash the Chatterbox

"There is no fear in love [dread does not exits], but full-grown (complete, perfect) love turns fear out of doors and expels every trace of terror." 1 John 4:18 (AMP)

M-m-m-mistake

a Miserly letter at Most
Me, My, Mine
Multiple Mountains to March
Mmm Makes lips Meet
savoring Mangos in the Mouth
Manna from our Maker
Mindless Misapprehension
Marring the marks of Your Magnificence
with Malarky Manipulations
from Marquee Matinees
to Midnight Masquerades
the Mania of the Mask
Majority Maintains
Motivation Minimized
Mission Maimed
Mad, Melancholy,
May-daying for More
to Make Melodic Music
to Melt into Mercy
a Meal, a Manual, a Memory
or Maybe
a Maze of Marigolds Marking the Map
Moving Me back
From Mishap to Meaning
From Mistake to Mistaken
Measuring Your Megalithic Majesty
against Measly, Miniature, Mousy me.

"Ancient Chinese artists always included a deliberate flaw in their work:

 human creation is never perfect." 

Madeleine L'Engle

"I take limitations in stride, with good cheer, 

these limitations that cut me down to size-

the weaker I get, the stronger I become."

2 Corinthians 12:10 (Msg)

Stone

Defying this black and white-wigged judge of a world

I skip across the surface a defiant and playful gray

I timber giants, flying from a shepherd boy's sling

Perch at the bottom of the river, going with the flow,

When heavy, I stub toes or cornerstone skyscrapers

When light, I clink upstairs windows of pretty girls

Humanity stomped me to rubble with feet and machines

From mountains, to gravel, to castles again

Broken pieces holding hands until citadels tower

On sticks, I slaughter in battle

On grass, I provide the path to peace

Sticks and I can break your bones and words on me will kill you

Live wildly that solid dash between the dates

So I can be your monument

-clink-

“When a stone is dropped into a pond, 
the water continues quivering 
even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.” 
― Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha

“Watch closely. I’m laying a foundation...
    a solid granite foundation, squared and true.
And this is the meaning of the stone:
    a trusting life won’t topple."

Isaiah 28:16 (MSG)

She, Tree, Me

she buds her fashion in shy spring
feather boa chlorophyll in showy summer
flirty fall strip tease in a whistling breeze
then shivers naked, cracking in weary winter
waiting to be born again
she cries when spring returns
such a sap






"There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance."
Ecclesiastes 3:1-4 (MSG)


“Strong women need not declare they can carry all the burdens in life.
They just quietly do it and survive with a smile.”
― Princess Maleiha Bajunaid Candao