Soul Mate

plans and dreams

shot down

with the scatter gun

of life

are nothing

YOU, 

the soul of  me,

always

give

more

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Blue Is The Right Color

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

BLUE IS THE RIGHT COLOR

For carefully folded paper stars

for words that try to hold their meaning

for raindrops that never reach the soul

Blue is the right color

for dreams of youth

cast upon life's Ferris Wheel

torn, worn, scattered

Blue is the right color

when memories hold you

with nothing left 

except the unraveling

Dreaming

Through The Looking Glass

Slippers into The Dome

Wishing they were ruby

(There's no place like home)

If I had The Ruby Ring

I'd twist my wish into play

Back through the wardrobe

To visit Narnia today

"Between the Dawn of Faerie

And the Dominion of Men"

I keep a watch for Moby Dick

And my Regulator "friends"

In my dreams I control

The direction and the start

In my dreams the tin man

Always had a heart

Aslan rules in Mordar

Along with Gandalf The Gray

My lion is filled with courage

And the bad guys stay away

Ole Yeller never dies

Lassie always saves the day

On my Prince Edward Island

Matthew lives today

Blanket Moss growing in water.  Staying Weird for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads  and letting Josie know at Two Shoes In Texas that there is order in my chaos.

Look Away

The dreams batter me
unclear
just on the edge of memory
they remain unknown
yet their strength
their frequency push me
push me closer
to the edge of insanity
"Look away, Look away..."

I wake singing
with a fervor
i cannot touch
the dream
that causes
my sleeping self
to sing
"Look away, look away..."

Smelling smoke I wake
does my soul
visit another time
have I created
too long
blurring the line
between reality and sanity
"Look away, look away..."

I've read
you can
control your dreams
so each night i try
for clarity
to find an answer
i have to know
"Look away, look away..."

The battle field lays
smoke covered wet with blood
flag staff firmly in hand
our ragged regiment charges
a musket ball
rips through me
must display the colors
"Look away, look away..."

The dream is real
another man
picks up the flag
the standard flies again
i fall
to the Rebel yell and
wake singing
"Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land."

Note:  The average life of a standard or flag bearer in battle was two to three minutes. Six to nine men were assigned to protect and fly the standard as a rallying point in battle.  It was a position of honor. It was considered an act of bravery to capture the standard of an enemy.

Posted for
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Copyright Gail Williams October 2014

Quilts and Guilt

Chains
Of obligation
Link by link
Grow heavier
Until you sink.
Not who I thought
I would be
Hidden
Covered by life
And other's wishes
Gathering Dreams
I wrap them around me
Like Grandma's quilt
To be warm again.

A House Full Of Sleeping Males...

that is Christmas holiday...a few extra boys to make the holiday fun for the one that stays.  There has been music, football, games and pop corn in places I would never dream. 

Dishes do make it back to the kitchen as I allow them freedom to feed themselves.  No toothbrush patrol or bath brigades here.  I eavesdrop on laughter and conversation and feel their happiness in the safe freedom I have given them.

It is quiet now in the hour before I leave for work.

I hear the rooster outside my window, discovering the dog food as he calls to his friends, Here! I have found a banquet.

A new calf, on the coldest day, frolics beside her mother, not knowing it's cold for this is the world in which she was born.

The innocence of youth silently sleeps, scattered on pallets, filled with dreams...and I smile with the pure joy of it all.