Thursday, August 10, 2017

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Summertime Blues







Refinishing projects completed. 

Summer is a great time to complete that which you have been thinking...of doing!


:-)


Here's mine...!



Monday, July 10, 2017

Late for the 4th but for our nation....




Journeying Well    
  
Mountain beyond mountain-
all places we must go
Mountain beyond the one I'm climbing
preparing me, you know…
Mountain after mountain
each journey worth the climb
Mountain peak and mountain view
each one special, each one new
Horizon after horizon-
all calling me to push
venturing beyond what is safe
with limit after limit breached
and all upon this dusty foot…
Sunset after sunset
with color that never pales
Until I reach my resting place
pressing, I will prevail.
Mountain after mountain peak
and singing all the way
What I see from the valley fair
is calling out to me.
Mountains, limitless mountains
all standing in a row
Like soldiers they remind me of
places I have yet to go.
Glory upon glory
and wonders all around
I stand and gaze on mountain peaks
for this is hallowed ground.
Mountain after mountain peak
and pressing all the way
with story upon story to tell
I must be leaving-on my way.
Fair mountain you are a friend to me
I tuck you near my heart
Calling out to travelers everywhere
to up and run, to leave...depart!
Shake off the dust of yesteryear
And breath in something new
Fair mountain with one hid behind
is calling out to you...

So pack then, lightly friend-
brave travelers alike
And we will feast on mountain airs
on this, our lofty hike.
Soldier on, yes soldier on
and we will greet the day
Standing where our ancestry stood
stalwart, come what may.
Mountain fair, O Mountain friend
to you we rise and sing
all gathered 'round
as children clad
receive this-our offering.
Mountain looming, mountain next
to you we must away
and stand where our tomorrow shines
brighter than our yesterday.
Fair mountain on horizon, towering
you beckon to me and call...
I will conquer and upon you stand
for you are fairest of them all!

Arise, O slumbering nations!
and enter into rest...
Banishing strife and your warring cease
to receive this-our Maker's very best...
For we each are gentle warriors
on this, our Earthly home;
each precious day a gift on display
to unwrap, to discover and to humbly hold.

And treat this one time journey
just like a loving child...
held so sweetly to your breast
never left soiled, tired--undressed
And with a lightness in your step
run free, run brave, and run wild. 



© K. Annie Powell







Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Liquid Gold




It hurts to miss
my babies
on sad-eyed days it's
as if
I have an aching sob trapped up
in between
my belly and my aging, ragged eyes...

I find myself wanting
Today I am missing
my grown up (for the most part) dear children.
Where are they, my babies?
My dear 'first born' chief of a boy
with endless satire and wit
(he needed me-I needed him, too...)
and my dear second born sweet girl with beauty
I never thought was possible to find
in this day
in this life
She is smart
pretty
and so discerning
She is still a wonder to me
This woman-girl
now turned 21

The years rolled by
I walked through the days
as Mother
of the Marvelous
to my sweet bright beautiful and fearless
children.
They were bounding through life.
My 'constant companions...' (as I lovingly named them)
were mostly
side by my side.
And we had our  strong 'Dada-'
the Dad-man of the house;
a man whose soul
is so immense that it fills the planet
with peace, hope,
joy
and love.
We were immensely lucky in this regard.

I spent my days watching them grow.
And we daily 'dreamed up' things we could do....
(We had our fun!)
We walked on the beach
We read our stories
We stared at animals
We played with so many toys of so many different colors.

I served them by driving them some and sitting with them
and tending to their many needs...
these were all (in their own way) indescribably precious times
stacked up to complete
the person I was
I was becoming
they were becoming
we became
we saw
we went

The young man
and woman on the verge
have grown up now
for the most part
and they don't need me like they used to
at 26
and now (just)
21...

One is away
while
the other
is
away a lot (but)
she is here.

I stare at bright photos that perch themselves on a shadowy brown desk
and try to find some meaning
in the other things
in my duties
like shopping
cleaning
doing
I know this may sound teary
even bleak and dreary
but I have my moments in which I long for that which has passed me
by

Our times
our seasons
that were filled with love and flavor
are not unlike the mountain vapor
that is
bound to rise
and reassemble
over the next mountain ridge

You must grab hold
grab hold tight
and squeeze it good
Slick the liquid gold that finds you 
back and forth between your finger tips
your pads 
as if to understand
and to dismantle each element
each piece
each part
that presents itself to you

Be ever so careful
to break apart the chunks
and grab all of the nuggets.
Do not rush nor scurry
take your time
and do be careful
to see it all.
See it all and see it well.



© Karen Powell


Friday, June 23, 2017

A Thousand Small Jobs...



So much of my time
is 'frittered away...'

with a thousand
small jobs...

Load and unload.
Refill the soap containers.
Refill the salt.
Wipe the floor.
Shut the door.

Let the dog in.
Refill my phone.
Trim my nails then
wash my hair...
Wash (and re-wash) my clothes...
Give the cats water.
Feed the lizard, Wrastle
and sift through his sand...

Then, the god-awful
cat pan.

:-O