Tuesday, January 8, 2013

December Roses

"December Roses”

Slanted red rays paint the lawn
Bare branches reveal the rainbow sky
A voice on the phone, and a squirrel’s disapproval
And another familiar voice in song
I become acquainted with new verses
While my eyes drink in the world.
Tears fall, inspired by sight or sound
As my footsteps meander up and down terraces.

Six months from now this would be midafternoon
And green leaves would hide the horizon;
But now is the dark time of year.
It’s been colder, but it’s still chilly
Up on Corey Hill
I’m grateful that I left the house
Before long darkness descends
Desk rainbows might delight
But the day exists beyond the windows.

Yesterday I had company on this route
And the dog behind the fence barked at us
Today that guardian and I share silence:
Does that mean I’m welcome along this private path?
Chosen way up and back down
I mourn over tree stumps but still enjoy the view
That the absence of the trunks provides
Looking down on rooftops and over distant hills.

I try to capture the sky with my camera
No justice for the brilliant red-orange
Of clouds or airplane trails
Lines and squiggles, as if painted
Beauty in the interaction of technology and nature
Reminds me of satellites among the stars
The attentional draw of the unusual
Nature as canvas, but it’s just a moment
And those colors would be there without us.

I think of all the stories of the occupants of this world
Footsteps in mud, what story does the earth hold?
I realize the possibility of witnessing
Intention born to speak truth and beauty, when I can
Though I am so quickly reminded of how easy it is to run
From even casual conversations with neighbors.
Why is it so scary to connect?

I always wonder at how oaks retain their leaves
When all the other trees have expelled theirs
Are they exempt from the danger such lingerers bring?
Surreal brown against blue in the street light.

The roses are the special treat
Color of the sunset
The same garden that held autumn’s
Surprising bounty of color
I think of you again, as then
Grateful for the gifts of gardeners
Of flowers and our souls,
Grateful for December’s blooms
Light in the dark season.

Friday, November 2, 2012

Wedding Vows

I realized that since this blog has my other "poetry", I should include the something slightly more recent, my wedding vows.  I wrote it after I knew the style that Billy was going to use.  And I wrote them the night before and the day of the wedding.

July 16, 2011

My sweetest Billy
Our love makes me silly
Understand this truth I say:
I appreciate you more each day.

With honest and earnest care
This journey we will share
Bikes to ride, mountains to climb
To strengthen body, soul and mind.

We will collaborate
Patiently we will create
The world we desire
As one another we inspire.

We will cultivate compassion
Kindness in word and action;
May our love empower us
So our children will be proud of us.


Friday, December 5, 2008

"Truer Lives-A Poem"

We daydream of truer lives and less of the lies the world shows life must mean
And our spirits soar as thunder roars and the spring world waxes green
Daylight brings us hope and helps us cope as we stumble through their designs
But the night's embrace sets a different pace at the heart's newest finds

The time has come, it's now begun
We're finding our own way
Embrace the sun while we're still young
We choose our path today

We know the risks and all their tricks and they have their trueness too
We know our fears, and our tears, and nothing there is new
But we can't forget the fate that's met when blind passion's heat is spent
And our love is great, but so is hate, and never think that we're exempt

Questions burn, and we will learn
We're finding our own way
What can we give, and how to live
We choose our path today

So we'll sing out love and rise above all the modern treachery
We'll paint the stars and battle scars and know pain and ecstasy
The only rule for us fools is to ourselves be true
And we'll walk this road and not be sold on anything less than truth

Freedom calls, break down walls
We're finding our own way
Embrace the road, while life still holds
We choose our path today
-June 6, 2004

Prismatic Life-A Poem

I wrote this a while ago; it fits well with this blog.

"Prismatic Life"

Beauty of hidden colors revealed delights my soul:
I love the real and imagined, our light and our darkness
How we shine, so brilliant, so inspiring, so alive!

I imagine a paradigm shift:
From a world caught up in
Unhealthiness, disconnection, hatred and fear

To a world that is safe and beneficial for us
To choose kindness, compassion, honesty, responsibility,
Interconnection, generosity, creativity, discovery, hope,
To care, to love, to shine.

Can you imagine?
Can you see?
Can you dream?
Can you love?

If we all did, maybe someday
The world would be safer, more supportive, empowering
For a way of life of that is sustainable, just, fulfilling,
For dreams to become reality.

If you can, would you choose
To imagine, to see, to dream, to love?
What can we do?

What do you imagine?
What do you see?
What do you dream?
What do you love?

Look deep into your soul and see the beauty there
Embrace your truth, your love, your passion
Know you are not alone, you are strong, we are strong
And shine!

Monday, October 27, 2008

"Well the Sun Rose . . ."

It's my name. Renee. "Reborn." New beginnings have power for me, especially when I hit rough spots on my Path.

I've wanted to start a new blog for a while, one that I'm comfortable having public, where I can express pieces of myself, shine bits of inspiration, and share my interests and experiences.

What is Prismatic Living? It is living as a prism: perceiving, expressing, and appreciating the infinite beauty of life. To live prismatically is to love life to the fullest of our potential, and to let that love shine through each moment of our life.

I watch rainbows dance on the wall for hours.

I let the tears run down, appreciating the fact that my pain reveals the truth of my caring.

I seek the beauty buried in the soul of every human.

I am hypnotized by the song of a stream rushing over rocks.

My heart breaks with joy at the sunrise.

I say to my friend: "Of course there is Hope! Look how far we have come already!"

I breathe. In, and out.

This is a new day, right here and now.

"Well the sun rose, with so many colors it nearly broke my heart. It worked me over like a work of art, and I was part of all that. So go ahead, push your luck. Say what it is you gotta say to me. We will push on into that mystery. And it will push right back, and there are worse things than that. 'Cause for every price, and every penance that I could think of, it's better to have fallen in love, than never to have fallen at all. 'Cause when you live in a world, it gets into who you thought you'd be. And now I laugh at how the world changed me. I think life chose me after all." -Dar Williams, After All