Poetry

“Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history.” 
~Plato

My Poem on this Mother's Day

Why
Would I Not Know
the Color
of My Own
Hair?

Brown
   to
Grey,
What would
My Driver's License
Say
If I went to the DMV
Today?
Young
   or
Old,
Where am I
on this Continuum
Today?

When my Heart Glows with Love,
I am Forever Young,
Timeless,
The GrandMother of Everyone.
                    (Diane; May 12, 2013)

Anger

it really is up to you, what it will be.
are you going to fly in skies so blue
or suffer and slump in misery?

is your heart where you are, honored one?
breathe and remember, breathe and remember,

there is prayer for the soul's journey.
Sun meditations keeping your heart's rhythm
for you,
'you, who are the source of all power,
whose rays illuminate the whole world,
illuminating also my heart
so that it too can do your loving work.'

Dimensions

If all time is eternally present 

All time is unredeemable. 

What might have been is an abstraction 

Remaining a perpetual possibility 

Only in a world of speculation. 

What might have been and what has been 

Point to one end, which is always present.

-TS Eliot