Flower Power
FLOWER POWER
I draw the flower
Close to me
Tis joy it brings
And cares doth flee
So small and white
Pleasing to the sight
Imbuing peace
Both day and night
And to me
A great delight
Alone I sit, and contemplate
Upon the direction
My life did take
And the source of comfort
That flower, make no mistake
Why then do I
My fate bemoan
That bloom tis a sign
That I’m not alone
And that I must continue
The direction shown
The gifts it doth give
Are among the reasons
I care to live
I hold it, to my cheek
I feel it’s softness
That to me doth speak
That small white flower
To me unique
It does not judge me
Or push me away
Tis selfless and giving
In its own way
And over me
It doth hold sway
I will hold it close
Each and every day
Tis a talisman indeed
Showing that
In times of need
If we take heed
We can steel ourselves
And through this life, proceed
Upon this symbolic,
and precious steed
-Shiidon, February 6, 2011
A lot, as usual, has happened since my last post. My mother took ill and had to be transported to hospital in Albuquerque a week ago. She only left and arrived home with my father Friday. Home as such. They are right now guests of a friend in Ruidoso as their pipes have frozen from the most recent storm. She is fine and sounds to be in good spirits. We lost work two days this past week due to winter storms. There was the crippling 1.5 inches of snow. Yes, our city came to a standstill over a simple small accumulation of the frozen water. We had controlled rolling blackouts as well. How amazing.
I have accomplished a lot for my teaching work as well as other tasks that I have taken on. I listened with joy at Shervin describing how he is being appreciated at work. I spent a day with Winrik and saw a movie among other adventures. Other than that and my mom's illness I have been mostly alone in the house with little to no phone calls in or out. The silence is only broken by the occasional music I play or the movie or two I watch.
I have a poem or two in the wings and will be getting to them this week.
This picture is my back yard just at the point of drop off to the running creek. It was a beautiful sight, the creek flowing freely and the surrounding foliage coated in white.
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