The river proceeds with single purpose- moving on!
One might wish to learn the secret of determination
From such quiet water here, soon to be transformed
And forced to leap against rocks and varied banks.
Undaunted, it will carry on to bring the surf the mountain's kiss
Gentle now but in its depths a heart not meant to sleep.
It has a rendezvous to keep.

August 2017
Written at Brian & Donna's place- 'on the river'.

At Four AM- October 99

Venus
Hangs in the morning sky
thrilling the drowsy eye
that lets lingering go of sleep.
Closing lids suspect the dawn
Struggle to open again upon 
That gathered gleam that ends the night.
It's there!
Kindling dreams 
in the clear morning air.

revision of 11-5-2000

August Morning 8-14

The deck is cool today.
The sun seems busy elsewhere.
So coffee is my 
Companion at the table, 
And I leave the door 
A bit ajar to 
Accommodate the cat.

Outside, the breeze is playing
Hide and seek among the leaves
Where squirrels play.
They sometimes seem to say
"You come too!".

a most recent work from the pen of
G.B.P. She's got bits and pieces in the 
hopper, so check back.

A new poem from Mom

A simple addiction

Coffee is such a bad habit.
The color poses as appetizing
Even with cream and sugar for some.
A wake up choice for early morning
Or lagging lunch.
Perhaps dessert will be
the perfect touch
At dinner's end
With brandy added
Or Irish cream.
Somewhere in the world
A small bean grows
And, harvested,
becomes your drug 

Geraldine B Porter
4-6-14

Lemon Meringue

Lemon Meringue

 

               Awakens a memory as bright

 

                   as yellow and white

 

walls, and flowers, and 

flowers on the dresses  

that I wore when I was young.

Delicious is  only a word, until  

it bursts from an oven

 

And comes to rest in remembrance

On my tongue.

 

                                 GBP    612/ll

 

 

 

My Teacher

The sun, just above the  horizon,
Leaves only a pale yellow wash in the evening sky.

An airplane makes a sound that fades away.

I think it is a holy night, that if

I dared, I'd stay to see the darkened sky

Lit with stars, and constellations hidden by the sun in day,

And listen, look and seek the answer

to the sometimes silence of my planet earth.

The dog in the yard below speaks up.

The frogs stop.  A pause. A solitary bark.

The cat has gone to seek out the secrets of the shadows.

And I, lonely for my teacher who no longer shares with me each day,

Feel  his presence, his joy in living, and put my fears away.

GBP

2011

January!

Where had this warm day been wandering 

Under a sky of blue resembling May or June?

 

The sun moves past the chimney

 

And shines through the leafless trees.

 

The deck chair beckons, and a small bird

 

sings repeatedly in the Pine.

 

My busy cat returns, inquiringly seeming to say

 

"Are you just going to sit here?"

 

What to answer?

 

There is no other way except by pen and paper

 

To save this day.

 

GBP  20ll