Rainey Daze and Crazy Nights

Poetry, Paintings, and Ponderings: Through My Eyes

Shadow on My Soul August 25, 2013

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I feel better than before, but ever since I lost my dog there has been a shadow on my soul. Will it ever get completely better?

 

Once May 19, 2013

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Once we were

perfection together

but the us that was

is no more.

But I am still made of

all the little pieces

of you and I

when we were together.

You beat in my heart

and pulse through my veins

nurturing my brain

and feeding my soul.

I hear a song

and think of you

smiling and holding me

just right.

We are no more

but I want you to know

what we once were

will never be forgotten.

 

 

 

 

 

Darkness Loses On a Good Day December 29, 2012

Happiness Shines in Darkness

On a good day

I wear an aura of happiness

draped around my tan shoulders

like a cape

The darkness is banished

to the deepest recesses of my soul

like a dungeon

The acidic bubbles that try to escape

are quickly consumed by happiness

like a cancer

There is a struggle raging

within me between darkness and light

like a war

But

today is a good day

and

darkness

loses

 

A Moment to Savor April 11, 2012

It is cold here. Bitter, biting winds tug at my clothes and whip my long hair into my eyes. Impatiently I tuck the loose strands back under the baseball hat that I’ve pulled down low to shield my eyes from the bright sunlight. I peer into the window of a café, but it, like all the other shops, is closed. This ‘blink in the road’ place is a tourist town, but this is the off-season. It’s like walking the set of a modern-day western. I imagine tumbleweeds and a gunslinger as a chill creeps up my spine. A sound draws my attention and I see another living human…taking out the trash. Well, I think to myself, I’m not in a bad western, I just have a great imagination. A wooden walkway catches my attention, so I venture off the sidewalk. It leads me to a large wooden sign that says “Riverwalk”. I decide to take a look.

I step carefully down the trail. It is a series of curving steps made of river rock, sand, and timber. In some places I see colorful pieces of broken glass buried in the sand. Green climbing vines cover a rock wall on one side.  The trail winds to the left and then turns sharply to the right. As I make the last turn I begin to hear the sound that calls my soul: the sound of flowing water. My step quickens until I come to a clearing. There, in front of me, is the source of the wondrous sound. This river is narrow, only about 20 feet wide, but filled with thousands of boulders of all sizes. The crystal clear water rushes over the smaller boulders leaving swirls and bubbles in its wake. The larger boulders block the path of the water, so it meanders around them. This all creates the gurgling sounds that bring a certain peace to my mind and soul. I sink down on the surface of a cold flat boulder and close my eyes. I drink in the sound and let it fill me. It is warmer here because the trees and boulders block the fierce wind. The sun shines golden rays on my face and I inhale deeply. When I open my eyes, I look up and see a towering mountain that rises up sharply, with the base beginning at the far side of the river. Most of the mountain has trees with sparse green leaves just beginning to open. As my eyes climb, I see bald slabs of granite near the peak. The beauty of it takes my breath away. This feeling, this calm, that I have in this moment, I want to keep forever.

Bad times must happen. We all must have the “down times” in life to appreciate the good times. But for some of us, myself included, the “downs” are sometimes so debilitating they are dangerous. Today I want to write about a good time, a moment to savor, so that I can revisit and remember. There are good times. These are the days worth living for.

 

Nature Speaks to My Soul April 3, 2012

the bright yellow rays of sunbeams

feed energy deep into my weary soul

awakening and reviving my spirit

giving me hope for better days to come

~

dripping aqua-blue raindrops

cleanse my spirit of wicked demons

bathing my soul in a soft purity

wiping the slate for a new beginning

~

cool, crisp, early morning breezes

blow stale cobwebs from my brain

clearing my dark thoughts away

only leaving room for brightness

~

I am at my most serene

when nature speaks to my soul

giving me back a peaceful existence

ready again to face the human race