Silver on Black

 

 

With long slender fingers he picks the strings,

The pluck of each strong chord almost unseen.

His deep vocals clamor sweet tones, and sings,

Furrowed and hard age lines wrinkle his mien

 

He sings of love when young and in the past,

When life he knew left him with hurt and pain.

He sings a new song of love that will last,

Then asks what love has stored for him to gain.

 

He finds a love and takes her hand in his

He shows off his guitar silver on black

Love consummated with a tepid kiss

But abruptly the present has come back

 

The guitar in his hand will always seem

To be the place where he enjoys his dream.

 

 

Friendships

My friends Rachel Crocker and Berta Buck made this wall hanging for me for Christmas.  I was so surprised when I found it in my mailbox.  I had no idea they were doing this.  It was so perfect and so well thought out.  (If you follow Crackerberries you will know I am very much into canning and preserving).  Everytime I look at the wall hanging of jars filled with so many different things, I think of friendships and how they resemble mason jars.  This is what I've come up with.

Friendship

Much like a cupboard of full Mason jars

Or the midnight sky of twinkling stars

A friend may be compassionate and sweet

Whilst some encourage in times of defeat

Sharing a story to brighten a frown

Lending a shoulder to the friend who’s down

Great treasure is found when least expected

Friends will stand tall when one is rejected

Countless secrets, much laughter digested

Friendships depend on the time invested

Shower friendships with love and affection

Grow toward the light in the right direction

Relationships built on candor and trust

Will stand the test of time and never rust

Friendships will age, as does the garden crop

Work will be done, with many a teardrop

Like an old Mason jar filled with treasure

Finding true friendship is such a pleasure

Crackerberries © 2013

Patience vs. Eagerness

If it takes a regular

mourning dove

poised on a fence post

as an example

of performing patience

gracefully,

a flock

of intermittent Blue Jays

will arrive with eagerness,

brutally

emptying the birdfeeder.

Charlie

Had a big doggie, who’s name was Charlie

Nighttime he liked to bark, no sleep for us.

Just moved his dog house, new pad was gnarly,

Broke loose from his chain, hit by a school bus

Maybe not a bus, but car, or a truck

Whoever hit him left him there to die

Poor little doggy never had good luck

Died ‘fore I had a chance to say good-bye

I hope there’s a heaven for all my dogs

They all mean so much, hate for them to go

Next pet should be a bucket full of frogs

‘Cause I probably wouldn't miss them so

Chuck was a good dog, though he barked a lot

His brother will miss him, poor old Foxtrot.