Whisper Zone

Head in a Fog

If I speak to myself loudly in the centre of town,
Gesturing wildly at alarmed passers-by
Don’t give me that look and snigger, instead
Inquire of me nicely, “how may I help you, Mrs…?”
And if I rant maniacally at passing clouds
Or weep buckets for buttercups in barren fields
Don’t wonder aloud why no body cares
Just lend me your shoulder ‘til I’m myself again
Though a cup of hot coffee would be very kind.

Some days I am lost in an alien place where
My inner most thoughts inhabit a strangers’ face
And what happens tomorrow is a tangible fear
As gathering storm clouds are never far, but near.
Yet on other days I easily put monsters to flight
They scatter like skittles on the calm of my mind
And screaming is a pleasurable if frightening release
Though you won’t understand me, please, don’t judge
And yes, a cup of hot coffee would be very nice.

B. Pollard
 02/08/08

Oh what wonders it would be
a dolphin for a day, to be

To go wherever my heart desires
amid the bluest and deepest sea

My only purpose to explore
the wonders offered shore to shore

Never wonder who I am

and never ponder the concept “more”

A family, a language, community
yes, that sounds like heaven to me…

Debi Yoachum

Energy dances

Energy dances
Limestone sprinkles
Burgandy bellows
Cloud puffs in blue
All over you
Touching me too
Marshmallow meadows
Clear water drinkles
Original balance

Judyette Clarke
(summer 2008)

Faith

Faith is the unswerving trust in the unproven. It requires occasional affirmation.

To know the unproven is not faith but a knowledge of a certainty so steadfast that it becomes unimportant.

Grandma’s Precaution

If wishes and wants were cookies and cake,
to the doctor we’d jaunt with a belly ache.

A. Horward Reed

Appealing vessels
Bobbing duck style, free, loose
Dangling dockside toys
Eyes dazzled by sticks
Angles made of naked masts
Ropes and sleeping sails
Weekend escapes sit
Inviting dreamers to sail
Embracing the wind

Janeen Duer