Windows to the Soul

The peacefulness of nature calls out.
Its voice is soft, gentle.
Your ears can sense the wind.
As it calls to you from the past.
Where it comes from matters.
Where it goes not as much.
Wrapped in its embrace.
Changes in weather.
Smells of blooms,
Sounds of activity.
The restlessness is a human trait.
Nature knows not a rush.
The call of a bird echoes.
The response is graciously slow.
The swaying of branches dance.
Light bends and twists before the land.
The landscape is a time machine.
It stops time in place!
It holds all plans hostage.
It reminds us where we stand.
If we take the time to listen.
Today, I will take the time.
My soul will relax from stress.
Nature knows not what that is.
Its quiet song calls out to us.
Open your window to the soul.
Nature is calling, put down the phone.
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Sunshine, Oh Sunshine

Sunshine, Oh Sunshine

 

Sunshine, oh Sunshine
your beams are everywhere
I shield my eyes
yet still you are there.

Sunshine, oh Sunshine
aren’t you aware
I live where I live
because your heat I can’t bear?

Sunshine, oh Sunshine
please go away
leave me in peace
before I wither away!

Sunshine, oh Sunshine
won’t you hear my plea
or is it simply that you
think so little of me?

Sunshine, oh Sunshine
you’re filling my eyes
Sunshine, oh Sunshine
you’re making me cry!

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#SuiteSunshine

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I am a total beginner-beginner at poetry and created Memee’s Poetry Parties in an attempt to challenge myself (or more accurately force myself to be challenged) at this form of writing. It does not come easily to me at all. If you enjoy poetry and want to give a poke at it I encourage you to join my monthly poetry party (link ups) whether you’re brand new to poetry and writing or a veteran writer we all learn from and appreciate one another.

So if you liked my poem I hope you’ll consider joining this month’s party, #summertimeblues!

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The beautiful image above came from a post advertising Sunshine Fest, an annual 5K run and festival in Grand Forks, North Dakota. Van and Dee Larson established the Sunshine Memorial Foundation after losing their beautiful daughter, “Sunshine” who passed away from heat stroke and dehydration while hiking in Arizona in 2007. She was only 31.  To learn more about the non profit foundation, Sunshine Fest and their newest vision: Sunshine Hospitality Home, please visit their website Sunshine Memorial Foundation. They also have a Sunshine Blog, a Facebook presence as well as Instagram and Twitter accounts.

I am especially excited about their works towards the creation of Sunshine Hospitality House because as some of you have read, while my grandmother was here visiting with me she had a traumatic fall and has been in hospital and now a nursing home ever since. If I didn’t have a spare bedroom, if it had happened on any other vacation my aunt and mother would be without a place to stay while Grama recuperates enough to get back on a plane to return to Illinois where she lives. I hope the Larsons’ good work, in memory of their daughter is a great success and like sunshine does, spreads across the land!

 

Have you got the #summertimeblues?

The Randy Oxford Band
The Randy Oxford Band

Every year summer brings excitement and some years sorrow. So whether it’s summer love or summer heartache that inspires you, I am hoping you will join us for #memeespoetryparties this month and every month. Anyone is welcome to submit, no matter the age, the language, or the skill level.

There are 5 simple rules to follow as well as door prizes and bragging rights. You can find the rules and answers to all of your questions at: Memee’s Poetry Parties. There is a lot of information to be found on that page, but if you just want to submit your poem or vote for someone, scroll toward the bottom to find the party links.

Submission deadline is July 25th and if you’re anything like me, summer means more activites so be sure and mark the dates on your publishing calendars. And remember, if you want your fan’s support be sure and share this link with them while voting is open, July 26-30. Door prizes will be delivered via email. Good Luck!

Now I’ve got to go get to work on my poem. Hope to see you around the punch bowl!

☀ Memee

I Love A Rainy Night

It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring, he bumped his head and wet the bed so he couldn’t get up in the morning!  Oh, my gosh!  I just looked it up and discovered I was singing it wrong, quietly, in my head for decades!!! *

I live in Washington state and I sing these lyrics in my head quite often.  Do you notice yourself humming it or singing the lyrics, properly or otherwise? Or are you of the other ilk, those who sing that much darker song — come on, you know the one:  Rain, Rain go away come again some other day? If you are a rain hater you should not live anywhere on the west coast of America other than the southern most reaches of California.  Of course, if you do choose to live in “the desert” you won’t be able to sing the best rain song of all: “I can see clearly now the rain is gone. I can see all obstacles in my way. Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind. It’s gonna be a bright, bright, sunshiny day. You won’t be singing Jimmy Cliff’s song because without the rain coming and paying us a visit it cannot go away.

And so I am here to say, I love the rain.  The sight, the sound, the smell… Let it Pour, Let it Pour, Let it Pour!

This morning as I lay dreaming in my bed I slowly became cognizant of the beautiful, steady rhythm of a grand downpour of rain.  I was dreaming a lucid dream.  I don’t remember the contents of the dream, what I do remember is thinking about how wonderful it sounded to hear the raindrops once again slamming themselves against buildings, trees, rocks, cars and earth.  I was tired, I wanted to sleep but the droning of the downpour was wonderful as they continued to sing to me, Memee, do you hear me?  My drops are large, they are full and heavy.  They want you to join us.  Memee, won’t you wake up and come enjoy the display we’re putting on for you?

And so as I lay there in my slumber I decided it was too lovely to sleep through, this was a rain full of glory and I didn’t want to miss it.  I woke myself up, opened my eyes and laid there for a while listening, it was magnificent.  And then I decided I wanted, I needed even more from it… more sound, more smell and I wanted to see those raindrops as they fell, splishing and a’splashing their way to destruction.  And so I got up, walked over to the window, opened the blinds fully, pulled the window open and breathed our rainstorm in.

Oh, what a wonderful way to start my day!

*(Three exclamation marks for 3 full decades)