Thursday, July 20, 2017
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Monday, July 10, 2017
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
It hurts to miss
on sad-eyed days it's
I have an aching sob trapped up
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
and so discerning
She is still a wonder to me
now turned 21
The years rolled by
I walked through the days
of the Marvelous
to my sweet bright beautiful and fearless
They were bounding through life.
My 'constant companions...' (as I lovingly named them)
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,
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
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
and now (just)
One is away
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
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
that were filled with love and flavor
are not unlike the mountain vapor
bound to rise
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 padsas if to understand
and to dismantle each element
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
So much of my time
is 'frittered away...'
with a thousand
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
Saturday, May 6, 2017
I don’t want this poem crafted
or to end with a shocking ‘surprise’
Most certainly I do not want this poem to gob-smack
you right in between your eyes
I want this poem to be like a muzzle that sneaks up behind for a little cuddle
I want this poem to be soft, feathery, and brown
I want this poem to grow right from the ground
I want this poem to be lighter than air
I want this poem to float everywhere
I want this poem to sing a sweet little song
I want this poem to just happen along
I want this poem to vanish as you turn your head
I want this poem to greet you as you rise up from your bed
I want this poem to fly fly away
and to come back at the end of the day
I want this poem to give you a thrill
I want this poem to meet you over there on the hill
and if you're in doubt the same time next year
I want this poem to reappear.
© Karen Ann Powell