Constellation Of Stars

In Honor and Appreciation …

When a poet dies
Life sprinkles all around us
Their words reaching out
All at once, for all time,
Essence of hearts
Once shared in delicate shades of love.
What to do
When a poet becomes a part of you
Without a trace of where they have gone,
Only words they have left behind
And an unwritten poem entailing why?
Influence, intellect, words so personally seeded
Is who they were, and what they had given –
Unselfishness to be remembered
For the poetry they loved for us
And wrote endearingly!
Poetic soldiers, writing fearlessly to the world
Until their words ran out of run,
Their passion lives on strikingly rich
For soldiered generations to come!
Echoes of their poetry bloom our hearts
Creating a path to walk easy in today
Paved by the words they had flowered –
In brightly painted gardens of yesterday!
Poetry always arrives with the snow –
Then off to Spring, such a pretty young thing
What better a place for a memory to grow
And melt the heart when remembering!?
Honor.
For those before, and then Shakespeare, and all across the lands, to here and now
Whom have shared their words and touched our hearts so beautifully.
Thank you!
Myth*.
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Maybe Someday …

It must have had something to do with the rain?
Because I thought of you today,
I thought about the last time we spoke
And what I whispered in your ear, you were sure it was a lie!
As you stepped off the train, as the train slowly rolled,
I cried all the way home
Neither one of us could say goodbye.
I’ve traveled so far from you now
The kids grew up, my parents died,
But the world didn’t stop turning!
The Sun kept shining, I saw it, in the corner of my eye.
Funny how that tiny little speck of light
Turned out to be such a giant leap of faith!
So there I was today, walking in the replenishing rain
Thinking about  how I renewed myself to live 
Without the source of my pain.
But then, I recalled
What I had whispered in your ear,
Oh how I wish I had lied!
Maybe someday…
Myth*.
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Sometimes, we love someone for so many years,
Then sometimes
We may be pushed into loving ourselves even more!
Love.

Broken Hearts Lullaby

Love …

Never meant to take a smile
Or steal a dream away,
Nothing lasts forever
Like a rainbow arched in gray.

Who’s to blame
For the falling rain
Inside a broken heart,
And the bars on it’s windows
Holding back a brand new start?

When the sun becomes the pain
And flowers only gloom..
Think about the devastation
On the surface of the moon.

There through all the darkness
Is strength to stand alone,
There upon the distance
Is light to call its own!

 

Myth*.

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This little song I wrote for my youngest son after he was devastated by his first heart break! Fast-foward..Happy to say he and his first love are the best of friends today! The ‘light’ at the end of the song represents the future. 😀

Infamous Ruby Reds

Numerous times in death’s war zone, helpless.

Stripped down to the harshness of moments too soon

Watching loved ones die,

Not everyone gets to come home again!

Time nagged on about sunshiny days

Or drowning in sorrows

And why take a chance on tomorrow’s  no guarantee?

“A river is deep, but an ocean is shallow”

On my own, with the infamous ruby reds

With skies still blue, what to do? What to do?

So I clicked my heels and fell in love with the world …

Inviting my nature to dance!

Anguish never had a chance to hold me down.

No! Not this time …

Though that was years ago.

I kicked off those ruby red slippers

And I ran with my loved ones deep within my heart

I ran all the way home into my life!

Chilled to the bones rattled my chains and I broke free!

Free to give the love that had been given to me

Free to pass down the ruby slippers –

By those who won’t be coming home,

Free to love this life, this world,

And the fragile I fuse

To remember that I am not alone!

Myth*.

© 2013-2018 Myth*. (All rights reserved)

Mental Notes: The Chair

This story is a recollection about my (oldest) now grown son. He is my one of many Hero’s in my life! The line about drinking is simply a figure of speech.

My little guy
He was now on the outside of the car.
By the look on his face, one might have thought the closing of the car door had the distinct sound of a cell block door,and that we were headed straight to the electric chair!
Either way there was no escape.
When we entered our destination there was no wait, we were right on time.
My little guy didn’t slip on one tear as he stepped up to the chair!
But then …
The barber put Superman’s cape on my little guy in the front?Wrong!
The lip started to quiver, the look in the mirror was intense, but not a peep was released.
He took it like a champ, until the chair started to rise!
Tears became fireballs in his eyes!
His intentions were to scream loud enough to break that stare in the mirror.
Time out!
I put my guilt down in the chair next to me with my purse. I stood with the ball in my court,( “Oh God!” I thought to myself) never in my life had I ever screamed like that! No! Not even when my little guy was heading out of Dodge! (Think about it) 😊
Anyway, the time had come for me to start drinking, no wait, the time had come for me to hand him the bullet to bite down on,  “The Bribe!”.
I told my little guy that he could drive us home after his hair cut.
Well …
The room stopped spinning, the barber re-entered Earth’s atmosphere, and luckily the mirror remained in one piece!
A job well done!
My little guy looked marvelous!
I paid the barber a little extra for any possible unseen damages to the shop …
And off we went …my little guy was going to drive us home!
We got in the car, me on the passenger side and my little guy on the driver side.
He drove perfectly! He handled that car like it wasn’t even moving.
Of course it wasn’t moving, I had the keys.
But my little guy did not care, he was Speed Racer taking his mom home! My little guy, with his feet barely dangling off the seat of the car. His darling little face could only see the middle of the steering wheel, but he got us home safely! And then it was my time to drive.
When we arrived home he ran to tell his dad all about how the barber put Superman’s cape on him wrong!!
My little guy, he never mentioned a word about how he drove us home!
But that’s okay.
The part about ” time for me to start drinking” …
Is our little secret to this day! 😀
Myth*.
© 2013-2018 Myth*. (All rights reserved)
Thank you so very much for reading.
Be safe in the world!