Thursday, December 3, 2015

Dreaming of Dreams

Eight hours of sleep

What a dream

To get that kind of peace

I would truly weep

The joy of such slumber

With no more counting numbers

The sheep must have all been sheared

For them to have been up all night
Pulling their wool over my eyes

From their constant weaving

And some still gently holding my lids tight

A whole night of restful sleep

I'd be living one of life's delights

© Sheri * November 2015

Wrapped in Ribbons


I've been following those tendrilous trails of poetically put pieces of your heart...the intricate  workings of your mind...warms my soul like a gentle, soft feathered angelic friend.

The essence of your hope filled words I long to wrap around me while I dance...they feel like silky ribbons caressing my being...swirling round and round, patterns of color and life moving freely about...anticipating you sharing the beauty of your life story. 

© Sheri * September 2015
Dedicated to: William Garza

Broken Wings

Sad indeed, but please take heed.
We can choose to let go of those hurtful needs

The scars will still be there, and when we walk down that lane, there will be some pain, for all that love surely was not in vain.

Memories of the best, are the sweetest to keep.
As for the rest, I force myself to toss in a heap.
And when I catch a glimpse of that pile,
Oh, how my heart still leaps.
And again, I have to fight those feelings of defeat.

Our hearts are such precious things.
So we must protect, for our souls cannot soar with broken wings

© Sheri * November 2015

Calling All Angels


Down, down, down, the flakes they fall.
 Heavy and wet, makes a packed snowman tall.

The limbs of trees are all laden...
with shimmering ice crystals...
like heavenly braids of milk maidens.

The call of snow angels at my feet...
but I walk away in cold crunchy defeat.

Someday I hope to get down to play...
 but today all I can do is pray.

© Sheri * November 2015


About the Calling All Angels poem:

The first snowstorm of this winter! So different than last year, that was crazy!

Something else crazy...I didn't have to drive in it yet this winter. I know, it was on the weekend, but still, nice not having to venture out in the midst of it. Not that I didn't venture out on foot...just had to get out there and feel it for myself. And it was coming down pretty good; noisy wet, but cold and crunchy.

Another thing kinda crazy to me, still having to use my cane when I go for walks outside...sometimes I still get muscle spasms, needing the cane for stabilization until they subside, kind of stops me in my tracks. Had a laminectomy, L4-5 lumbar fusion, this past March, and I'm still struggling with mobility. I'm no longer in the excruciating sciatic pain I was in while trying to work before the fusion surgery, but then I'm still not able to work yet. My days of working myself like a mule are done and gone, just not going to happen anymore. I'm going to have to do life different from here on out....and I'm not even going to waste my time and pout! 

Though in all honesty, there are many simple things I miss not being able to do yet...still, especially without pain. But I'm still hoping someday those things I'll be able to do with more ease....Oh please!
And those prayers...took me to the title, which took me to a favorite song sung by Train, Calling All Angels.....love the music, and the words:

I need a sign to let me know you're here
All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere
I need to know that things are gonna look up
'Cause I feel us drowning in a sea spilled from a cup

When there is no place safe and no safe place to put my head
When you feel the world shake from the words that are said

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And I'm calling all angels
I'm calling all you angels

I won't give up if you don't give up
I won't give up if you don't give up
I won't give up if you don't give up
I won't give up if you don't give up
*****

I need a sign to let me know you're here
'Cause my TV set just keeps it all from being clear
I want a reason for the way things have to be
I need a hand to help build up some kind of hope inside of me

****
And I'm calling all angels
I'm calling all you angels

I won't give up if you don't give up
I won't give up if you don't give up
I won't give up if you don't give up

I won't give up if you don't give up
****

When children have to play inside so they don't disappear
While private eyes solve marriage lies cause we don't talk for years
And football teams are kissing Queens
and losing sight of having dreams
In a world that what we want is only what we want until it's ours

*****
And I'm calling all angels
I'm calling all you angels


I won't give up if you don't give up

I won't give up if you don't give up
I won't give up if you don't give up
I won't give up if you don't give up

And I'm calling all angels

I'm calling all you angels

I won't give up if you don't give up

I won't give up if you don't give up
I won't give up if you don't give up
I won't give up if you don't give up
****

Calling all you angels......


(Song lyrics by: Train)

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That's how the poem came about....the pic...my angel on my door.