Windows

In youth I looked at life through my front window
Everything was new and unexplored
Expectations flowed like rushing water
Nothing that I viewed could be ignored

Paths untested prompted me to venture
Inhale the fragrance of discovery
Taste the nectar of a love awakened
Embracing life wherever it took me

Today I look at life through my rear window
And savor the experiences I’ve had
Reflecting once again upon my journey
Accepting what life gave, the good, the bad

The edges of my world have long since softened
Colors now reflect a warmer hue
However, I have not a favorite window
Through either one, I’ve much enjoyed the view 

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A Christmas Trilogy Part II

The Greatest Ever Christmas Tree
Part II
Toothpick

From the brush there came a rustle
And the bunny with a hustle
Hopped to Hoot and quickly said
I found him but I ran ahead

Tell your friend, do not dismay
Right now Toothpick’s on his way
I told him we don’t have all night
And to bring his appetite

Slowly through the snow he came
With his furry waddling frame
“Hi, I’m Toothpick, I’m a beaver
Nature’s perfect tree retriever”

The man could only stare in awe
Of course, what else were beavers for
But to gnaw and chew on trees
“Hey Hoot” said Toothpick, “If you please”

In the swamp, I was reclining
An engineering feat refining
When Bunny showed up telling me
Something about a Christmas tree

I am here to tell you brother
To me one tree is like another
So this gig had best be good
What’s so special about this wood?

Hoot pointed to the stately fir
And for a moment did demure
I know to you it’s just a tree
But to him it’s ecstasy

Ok, ok, I understand
You want me to lend a hand
Or if you really want the truth
You want me to lend a tooth

To bring this mighty tree to ground
By chewing the trunk round and round
So several nibbles Toothpick took
With every bite the branches shook

At last the tree began to sway
And still the beaver gnawed away
Until there came a mighty roar
And where the  tree had stood before

Now stood a stump and chewed up wood
The man said “Toothpick, you are good
I don’t know what I’d done without you
I can’t believe that I would doubt you

Could bring down my perfect tree
Which I’ll take to my family
To help us celebrate the season
And you my friends, will be the reason

That our holiday is bright
But I can’t stand here all night
I have a long way yet to go
Dragging this tree through the snow

He grabbed the tree and with a heave
He prepared with tree to leave
But with all attempts to trudge
The perfect tree refused to budge

Twas at this point the man’s face paled
For again it seemed he’d failed
He was unable to retire
With the tree of his desire

Toothpick said “Hey, all’s not lost
We’ll get it out at any cost
With that Hoot let out a cry
Let’s let Ruckus have a try

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Back To My Roots

When I first started blogging, I only had one site.  Somewhere along the line, in my infinite wisdom, I decided to add this one to showcase my poetry.  However, in June, I decided to do an about face and again consolidate all my meanderings on the original site oldmainer,wordpress.com.  I left Inklings open for anyone who might stumble upon it and because, over time, I am reblogging some of the content on the other site.  However, I am no longer actively posting to this one.  It you have enjoyed what you have found here, I would like to invite you to join me at oldmainer.     I hope to see you there.  I’m going to turn out the light and lock the door now.

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Puppies

 

puppy-with-stick

I watch him waken from his nap
Stretching, rolling, finally standing
He looks about
Searching for his newest challenge
The little tail in constant animation
The stubby legs running, stumbling
Chasing all that moves
A brief pause to sample flora
Tugging on a stubborn weed.
Youthful bravado on display
Chewing on a broken stick
Carried around for all to admire
Off again with his unsure gait
To seek another treasure
I pick him up and reap the bounty
Of a soft wet tongue on my cheek
While he wiggles to once again be free
On he goes, sniffing, tasting
Finding life in all he sees
And, when all his dragons have been slain
And imagined foes subdued,
He returns
With heavy eyes and weary legs
Lays his head upon my shoe
And dreams his puppy dreams

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Windows

Ink lings

In youth I looked at life through my front window
Everything was new and unexplored
Expectations flowed like rushing water
Nothing that I viewed could be ignored

Paths untested prompted me to venture
Inhale the fragrance of discovery
Taste the nectar of a love awakened
Embracing life wherever it took me

Today I look at life through my rear window
And savor the experiences I’ve had
Reflecting once again upon my journey
Accepting what life gave, the good, the bad

The edges of my world have long since softened
Colors now reflect a warmer hue
However, I have not a favorite window
Through either one, I’ve much enjoyed the view 

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Memories

Ink lings

memories

Memories linger in the shadows
Retracing footsteps of my past
Trails I traversed now seem kinder
Rough edges by the years recast

Loved ones, friends, like crystal sparkle
In light of elder days defined
The test of time deletes transgressions
Leaving just the best behind

How I love to sit among them
Sample each one as I may
Taste the nectar of a lifetime
Wrapped in my world of yesterday

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The Teddy Bear

Ink lings

Teddy_Bear_90_flash

The teddy bear sits all alone
On the shelf where he was thrown
Long ago by a child fair
Who no longer visits there
The little girl has grown

Each day watching on his own
Through his button eyes once sewn
At the bedroom door they stare
The teddy bear

How long he’s waited is unknown
Since nursery rhymes she would intone
While rocking with him in her chair
The tears and giggles they would share
The teddy bear

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