28 September, 2013

Black Boots

Slipping on her black boots
Made her feel like the
Cowgirl she wanted
To be.

Disguise herself and no one
Would see the bipolar
Person within.

Slipping on her walking shoes
Made her feel like the
Competitor she wanted
To be.

Disguise herself and no one
Would see the bipolar
Person within.

Slipping on her high-healed sandals
Made her feel like the
Professional she wanted
To be.

Disguise herself and no one
Would see the bipolar
Person within.

Sandals, walking shoes, and black boots
No matter what the pick,
Disguising the bipolar
Was to be, to be.

Copyright Denise A White

The Country Witch

She comes tonight; a nightmare.
If I lay perfectly still,
If I do not breathe,
If there is but a
Lump of dead,
In my bed,
She will
Go away.

Copyright Denise A White

Winter's Embracement

As the season changes and the days get brighter,
We look out our windows with hope.
The sun invites us to share in a warmth of this season,
While we know in our hearts there's a
Chill in the air.  But we trust in our eyes and our heart
As we hear the voices of our mothers ring clear;
"Put on a coat it is cold out there."

Venturing forth to the snow covered scene
We let its mistress guide us and keep us
Warm.  The sun is our friend after all.  So we
Romp and we played on this cold winter's
Day until we were stopped dead in our tracks.
It must be winter we enjoyed, we embraced.
The smell is so crisp and clean.

Copyright Denise A White

Drops Of Water

I smell like the rain
Hanging on the pine trees needles.
I seem fresh as the drops
Of water holding onto the deck rail.
I will just listen and not disturb,
Normalcy and balance have returned.

Copyright Denise A White
                 9/28/2013

27 September, 2013

Times of Peace

Walk through the colors of the falling woods.
See how its leavings make no sound
As they drift on the breeze to the
Ground-rising up with green
Moss to greet them.

Walk through the colors of the falling woods.
See how the wooly caterpillars make their
Way, slowly over its leavings, making
No sound-showing their colors to
Predict the next season.

Walk through the colors of the falling woods
See how quiet sounds, when your shoes
Fall on cushions of leaves, making a
Mind calm, anxieties disappear,
And letting in peace.

Copyright Denise A White
9/27/2013

21 September, 2013

Changes

Through the haze of yet another discussion,
Through the minefield of blown up words,
Arises yet another chapter of living, or of
Dying, depending on where you lay.

The smoke is thick from the burning leaves,
The beauty of fall will soon be nothing,
Making way for another page in your book,
The last, perhaps.

Accepting the inevitable you can clearly see,
Life does go on, though changes now abound,
This chapter of change is a test of your life,
This page may become a first.

Copyright Denise A White
September 20, 2013