Sun Storms ~ Escape ~ Sleep and Dream

Sun Storms


Escape


Sleep and Dream

Expiration Date

By Me: Wendy M. Z.

(aka: TalaWenZee, WinterWolfWendy)

Everything seems to have one.

A stamp

a seal

a guarantee.

"Fresh when used by."

"Best when used by."

"Good until."

Parts and pieces

wear and tear

Extended warranties.

Do we have one?

Each of us? All of us?

Every living thing?

Hearts and souls

Minds and bodies

functions and freewill?

The very essence of our beings?

Do we expire?

Does our spirit tire?

Does your heart retire?

Do we spoil?

Do our souls rot

as time goes by?

Do we lose our freshness?

Do we lose our zest?

Do we forget about happiness?

Do we spoil?

Do we sour?

Do we fail the freshness tests?

"Fresh when used by."

"Best when used by."

"Good until."

Labor not included.

©WMZ 2012

TalaWenZee

Wendy M. Z.

SEEDS

by me:

Wendy M. Z.

(TalaWenZee)

I intend to grow every seed

that finds its way to me.

For in my garden there is no such thing

as lost opportunity.

No packet left unopened.

No life is left to rot.

No weepings of the willows.

No cries of forget me not.

The sweet scent of the basil.

The bitterness of thyme.

The fire of the peppers.

The acid of the lime.

The beauty of a rose.

The hunger of the trap.

The luck of the shamrock.

The blues bells of the past.

No seed is left unplanted,

in a garden that is mine.

For it takes each and every one of them,

to grow a full lifetime.

©WMZ 2012

written January 2012

Year Anew

by me:

Wendy M. Z.

(TalaWenZee)

Fare thee well my love,

the lovely year I knew

The glimpses of the past

long since bid adieu.

The passions of the present

those both false and true;

the vision of the future

seen with eyes anew.

The completion of the circle

etched in clouds of blue;

the beginning of continued

in bright and bold new hues.

©WMZ 2011

written December 2011

Horizon

by me: Wendy M. Z

Here I stand

alone

again

at the edge of a cliff

staring down into

the abyss.

Thinking back

choices

bad?

Back track

No. Too late.

Tracks are covered

thick with dust

gates are rusted

shut.

I can only look

down now

into that sweet abyss

or ahead

into the horizon

of burning bliss.

Once Upon a Time

by: Wendy M. Z.

(TalaWenZee)/me

Once upon a time

I said to a friend

"It's okay to mourn

the loss of a dream."

It's okay to weep

for what's unrealized,

unheard,

unseen.

Once

I was asked

"What happens when

your dream is achieved?"

I said

"That's easy to answer.

You simply dream

another dream."

Once upon a time,

It was easy to see

your thoughts and ideas

my dreams and ideals.

The vision of heaven

and nightmares of hell.

To hear the singing of angels

and the tolling of bells.

Once upon a time

I thought that I knew

of happy endings

for me and for you.

"It's okay to mourn

the loss of a dream."

Unrealized.

Unheard.

Unseen.

© WMZ ~ August 2011

ILLUSION

By: Wendy M. Z.

TalaWenZee

Now it’s here

now it’s not.

Was it there

was it forgot?

Where did it go

if forgotten so?

Was it real

to touch and feel?

Did it breathe?

Did it think?

Did it need?

Did it drink?

Did it thirst?

Did it hunger?

Did it grow?

Did it slumber?

Was it heard?

Was it felt?

Was it wanted?

Was it smelt?

Was it nourished?

Was it seen?

Was it real

or just a dream?

It was there.

Now it’s not.

It was lost

not forgot.

©WMZ 2011