Daily road kill of squirrels makes for contented crows
Prepared to their liking
With delicious pureed guts
Served on a platter of asphalt
Road squirrel crepe . . .
Curious meal for a Murder of Crows.
~ t.f.b.
Daily road kill of squirrels makes for contented crows
Prepared to their liking
With delicious pureed guts
Served on a platter of asphalt
Road squirrel crepe . . .
Curious meal for a Murder of Crows.
~ t.f.b.
My Fathers’ Eyes
There’s a quiet ache that lingers near,
A space that never fades with time—
A longing…wrapped in memory,
A love that still feels so alive.
I miss those eyes that knew me well,
that saw my heart without a sound.
Held me steady when I fell…
and lifted me when I felt ungrounded.
They spoke in ways no words could touch,
A glance that said, “You’ll be okay,”
A softness, strength… steady truth
That never once could drift away.
Now I search for them in skies,
In golden light, in passing days—
but nothing quite replaces
The comfort of my fathers’ gaze.
Still somehow, deep within my soul…
I feel them there, so calm, so wise…
Watching over all I am—
I still live in my fathers’ eyes.
Early Spring
Now is the time of new beginnings and second chances to start again.
Things once thought to be stagnant transform into motion
Seedlings push through the earth in a process to find the sun.
The weak inspire to be stronger, ideas create vision.
Grays and beige sink into the background while patches of green and pastels of color bond forming ideas of the new.
A bed of hope presents itself now for the weary souls to lay their head.
The stronger search for the weary everywhere missing them and the space they once held.
Darkness is captured by the light, vegetation begins to bloom as all reach out together once more among the forsythia of hope
Catherine Louise
2026
Other people were laughing, smiling; seemingly having a good time
Then there was me — with my sad face. Going out of my mind. Full of ME..
Isolated, quiet, helpless, hopeless — my fears got the best of me
If only they knew what I wanted to express — to have them hear and see
But, as the night winded down, I relaxed and became serene
My dreads and apprehension were quenched — the night had become un-mean
Feeling rejuvenated and new — wanting to share my newfound start..
I tapped someone I knew on the shoulder; I smiled from my Heart.
I lay in bed that night — I wondered about the cause of the change
The numbness I still felt had been lifted for short lapse of sweet peace
Ten years have gone by since that night of glimpsed Hope into the yonder
A reward of placidness of spirit is here… Upwards I do look..!
Albums – Compilations of Musical Emotions –
Chisels Their Memories into Mind –
~ Then ~
Listened to Decades Later –
The Stylist Pushes Aside Gathered Dust of Distortion –
And Exposes a Small Part of the Memory –
And with it – a Vibrant Twinge of its Bygone Feeling –
It’s Music – Along with the Smell of Vinyl and Pulp –
All Potent Stimulators of Past Euphoria
Connecting minds,
Sharing ideas and tools
Making a difference,
And my body feels like a pool of Jell-O.
Eyes, ears, and body
Now, I can listen when wearing my hearing aids.
Sometimes, I must set them on low volumes to hear voices that are too loud.
Other times, I must set each aid to high volumes when voices are too low.
I can listen now, but will I listen in the future?
Will I listen to birds singing songs?
Will I listen to airplanes flying above?
Will I listen to a baby’s cry or a child’s laugh?
Will I listen to my own voice as I speak my words from deep within me?
Now, I can only listen when wearing the hearing aids that I can afford.
I cannot afford the aids that I really need
To block loud voices and background sounds
That overpower my ability to listen.
I cry as I think of the future
And I sob with much fear
As I ask myself
How will I listen?
We fell in love
During the heat wave
Of 25’
I’ve always craved
The fever of June
Our hands stick together
A mixture of ice cream sunscreen and sweat
Act as glue
“I’ll never let go of you”
A joke but it’s true
Because I don’t want you to
We sit in the sand
Of my favorite beach
A small sacred place
I only show those
Who’ve earned my trust
Our second date
I’ve learned to listen
To my instincts
That tell me that it’s right
Falling in love fast
The rush of it
Pulses in my veins
The summer heat
Does not compare to
To the flame in my heart
The look in your eyes
Tells me you feel it too
“Let’s do this again tomorrow”
And we do
Don’t damn the darkness
until you know what’s there
because to know what’s there
you need the light
and when you have the light
you’ve conquered the dark
Let it Rain
Let the rain fall from clouds so gray.
Let it push away problems one more day.
Let it cleanse the soul, and free our mind.
Disrupt life’s pattern, for a different kind.
Let the light appear when the rain does go
Have the pattern shaped for a kinder flow
That brings peaceful thoughts which fill the air
With renewed hope that rids despair
To show the world that we still care!