Invisibility

It might be hard to believe.

The person you know here

has the power of invisibility!

I can fade away in front of

your eyes. Not seen or heard.

Sometimes I am loud I know.

Bright colors. Big ideas.

Opinions and passions.

Too often though I choose

to fade away from those 

who don’t understand me.

I’m weird. I know. Stranger.

My faith, my ideas, my love.

It doesn’t make sense to you.

But it it perfectly sane to me.

This wild ride I choose to live.

From you so much is invisible.

You should do this. That. ?

Why would I settle for the

safe route, paved and marked?

The unmarked trail. The road

pioneers dare to break in the

wilderness. That’s for me!

Settle down they say. Grow up.

Stay alive! Grow older. Wiser.

Dance to music only we can hear.

You sing the song to my heart.

Our path invisible to those

who only know marked roads.

The rat race would have us

die in the starting blocks.

Living on old safe cheese.

I go. I smile. I fade away.

Taking my colors with me.

The riot of sounds too.

I’ll happily leave you

with your safe palettes.

Me, I’m painting as I go.

No paint by numbers.

Don’t stay in the lines!

Life a living art, alive.

I might be invisible.

And that is safe for you.

I like being invisible.

You should try it. Yes.

It is so freeing to be

outside of the frame.

Out in the freedom.

Free to think. To feel.

No need to explain.

Being invisible isn’t

all bad, especially now

that you can see me!

Mary has us considering invisibility today for Poetics at dVerse!  If you have gotten this far, then I suggest you ‘select all‘ to read the rest of the poem. You know, the INVISIBLE part! 🙂  Join us! Come on by. Share some poetry. Read some poetry. Leave love. Always leave love. 

Growing over a broken branch

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Like a tree grows over a broken branch,

We grow over our broken parts into

a new and stronger whole. Something

new built on the old. Stronger. More us.

 

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Sometimes I reach with one foot.

Past the tangle of sheets to find you.

A touch, warmth, your breathing a

sigh – and we settle back to sleep.

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Watching the snow melt on your

gloves and hat reminds me of the

fun we just had playing in the snow.

Joyful noises from boys and dogs.

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A .12 gauge plunger, Lego “Awesome”

Big and little, “Where are my pants?”

Farts, toy cars, tech toys and guys.

“Mama can you…” and “Honey where…”

Life always equals more than the parts.

Memories lose their bitter to be sweet.

 

I’m hosting at the dVerse Pub for Poetics this weekend. We are telling love stories, and sharing love poems, without using love language or being too sappy. Enjoy. Come over and see the amazing poets who have shared. Share your own. And leave love. Always leave love.

Outside my window

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Outside my window winter lingers long.

Birds eat and rest, fluff and bring me song.

Outside my window the wind blows strong.

We stay inside, warm and safe where we belong.

Outside my window adventures and chores come along.

We bundle up and brace ourselves – oh be strong!

Outside my window a warm day temps invisible long.

We dress up and head outside to laugh to the wind song.

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th Charge the batteries, and get the quad going strong.

Tie the ropes to to the hood, hold on boys, we gone!

Charge the batteries, and get yourself going along.

Roll in the snow, dance in the drifts and sing a fun song.

Charge the batteries, and get past the windows long.

Get outside and find out where in the winter we can belong.

Charge the batteries, the sun is hiding but warmth is on!

Wind may blow but cheeks will glow, we love this winter song.

Charge the batteries, get fired up to play along.

We are gonna be wet and cold and happy, c’mon!

I’m hosting at dVerse for #Poetics, and we are writing about what we see outside our windows. I’m late linking up due to technical difficulties last night, and the temptation of a warm day to play outside today! 🙂 Forgive me for being tardy, I’ll be by to visit your posts. Thank you for coming to visit mine!

These are memories

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These are memories you don’t find in boxes.

These are memories you don’t plan.

These are memories made of fun.

Plain fun, old fashioned together time.

Laughing boys. Running dogs. Smiling us.

These are memories you keep forever and an extra day.

These are memories you don’t have to label.

These are memories made with silly smiles.

Plain old belly laughs, mile wide grins on red faces.

Loving times. Snowy days. Memory making.

These are memories you want to share, and yet keep just us three.

These are memories made on the farm and in the country.

These are memories made with simple things.

Plain up the road and back again fun. Spinning donuts.

Moments not captured but treasured. Memories alive.