Grandmother Gladys


From once plump beginnings she’d come
Bearing nectar for bees and butterflies
Fluttering with short sweet breaths
That gladden the hearts of those weary.

Bearing nectar for bees and butterflies
She opened herself to giving small beauties
That gladden the hearts of those weary
Traveller’s who’ve lost their way.

She opened herself to giving small beauties
Though time marked her darkly withered, shrunken, different;
Traveller’s who’ve lost their way
In stillness find her offering gifts yet.

Though time marked her darkly withered, shrunken, different
From once plump beginnings she’d come;
In stillness find her offering gifts yet
Fluttering with short sweet breaths.

Asha

Bighearted people

Have room within for all minds

The rest follows suit

 

Bright thoughts, words, and deeds

Being big minded means naught

When the heart is taut

 

Beauty Fields

 

In beauty fields

Wild horses run

While rabbits nibble weeds,

Then goblins come

With sacks piled high

And trample between steeds.

 

Stomp bellow snicker smirk

Goblins jostle through;

Then at the sight

Of Raven hunting

Black as night

They helter skelter scurry

Disappear without adieu.

 

For Raven does enjoy a feast

Of beady goblin eyes

He swoops and plucks

Then leaves them blind

Winging high

Toward clear skies.

 

Hark hither beauty fields

Where horses run by day

And rabbits under brambles pop

Blackberries dangling play,

Have thorns grown high that tangling ply

Dewdrops in the fields.

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