— Read on joemartstuff.wordpress.com/2018/03/31/rose-camellia/
Month: March 2018
Many ask for, beg for, weep for,
But if we listen and glance there is almost always something hiding in the open.
We are blind and deaf
We aren’t prepared.
Why? Is it the pain we are not ready to endure?
Is is cowardice? Fear? Weakness?
It takes courage and strength to recognize.
We really don’t want
We really aren’t primed for it when we think we are.
We couldn’t handle the warnings.
Friends and Lovers
Forgiveness is sometimes impossible yet achievable.
Any kind of weather
The yearly repeated reprieves do not make us weep too long.
When your body is the cause,
it has no mercy.
It demands the fight of your life.
You treat it with compassion yet it doesn’t care.
Courage beyond words brings on the need to be a
Nurturer, Wife, Laborer
Attempting to relax but feats need to be accomplished.
Despise it in others
Without it, how would I be complete?
Some go solo
Others need the duo to feel complete
No one likes to be the third wheel
Maybe the good fortune of a four leaf clover is the answer
The four seasons work as a coherent balance
The symphony created by a quartet could be our truth.
Our place in the universe
Our surroundings are boundless
In our cosmos we are but a speck.
Our worries, our problems are insignificant
Trade in the minute for that which is substantial in its voluminous offerings.
eagerly awaiting SPRING
brown is everywhere. many different shades. lines everywhere.
why can’t these early spring colors match the sounds of the birds?
Robert, this hue is hard to attain. I am impatient. I want that gold now.
I see a graveyard of brown and lines, however every once in a while a sprout of life appears. There is hope.
small soft buds have appeared on the outstretched arms of the trees. that makes me smile.
I cannot wait. It seems eternal.
Fruitless I once was
Angel came to me, dear girl
My undeserved gift.
marching down the street
blossoms of color on the autos
lime green, deep red, powder blue, deep purple.
not just birds singing in the air
horns, sirens, children, garbage trucks.
as there is a rebirth, we are coming to our end.
summer vacation is being counted down
more rapidly with the onset of this urban spring.