The Softness of Time

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Some say time is a thief, stealing from us

precious moments, but really time gives us

special times, postpones our death

when we are young and old.

As you and I grow softer

our stems still grow

with the confidence

of knowing the sun,

our flowers

are just beginning,

blooming and opening,

becoming more

beautiful.

than ever.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

Sun in the Garden

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I will lament the loss of snow, the two of us, wrapped in warm blankets, on the sofa sipping hot tea, reading to each other. Peace falling.

But I always look forward to the sun in the garden, with you dressed in your old clothes, digging in the dirt. A spade in your hand, and the warmth on your cheeks. No one ever looked more beautiful in a sun hat. A woman of the earth.

So what should we plant this year?

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Rose

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The rose that I gave you on our first date

still lingers in our hearts as we kiss,

and a diamond sparkles in both of us

as we hold each other protecting.

Battle scars have only expanded

our universe, tears no longer

encased, pulling us closer

in spite of the pain

and scars taught us

how to fight for each other

made our wild horses run

even stronger.

And it all began

 with a single rose,

and then a promise

to always love

and cherish

with diamonds

 sparkling.

       

Happy Valentines Day Everyone!

          

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Hidden Artist – The Gallery

painting by Claude Monet
                                        painting by Claude Monet

He always had kept a place in his heart for the Impressionists. He and Karina would spend hours in the art museum, in love with each other, discussing Monet, or Cassatt. As he stood looking in through the glass of the gallery, on his way to the elevator, he smiled for the first time in months. It was a reproduction from Monet.

His mind drifted, and it was almost as if he could smell Karina’s hair, and they were at the museum again, he was that close to her. He imagined his nose buried in her long, blond, beautiful hair, and he was whispering sweet words into her ear.

Suddenly he shook it off, angry with himself for feeling. He headed for the elevator with determination in his step. But at the end of the day, he stopped by the gallery on the way out.

He looked at his watch, and realized they closed in ten minutes. Taking a step inside was one of the bravest things he had ever done. As he walked in he was amazed at the original work by local artists, the nature photography, and the reproductions. He was stunned, simply by the beauty of art.

And then he met her. “May I help you?” Her name tag said, “Mary”. Shocked, that someone had spoken to him, he stumbled over his words, and said, “No I was just looking.” He quickly walked out the door. He didn’t realize it, but a door was beginning to open. It was only a small opening, but some light was starting to get in……

    

To be continued.

       

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Hidden Artist

painting by Mary Cassatt
                                                 painting by Mary Cassatt

He enjoyed being a piece of stone. He refused to feel anything, and went to work each day, grateful for the routine, for something to do. No one knew who he was, or his background. Most didn’t even know his name. After Karina and the baby had died in the car accident, he had switched jobs, and he had instructed his new boss to never tell anyone. He made it clear he did not ever want hear, “I’m sorry to hear about what happened.”

So he faded very well, blended right in. All the friends they used to have, had been Karina’s, so it was easy to lose touch. He sold the house, moved into an apartment, went to work each day, enjoying the coldness of refusing to feel. It was safer.

He had stopped painting, and swore he would never paint again, because painting involved love, involved feeling emotions. He refused it every day. This went on for two years, until one day a small gallery opened up, on the ground floor of his office building.

It was the paintings that first caught his eye…….

To be continued.

         

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Image from en.wikipedia.org

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Love at the Beach

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A Prose Poem

Not acting our age, you take off running, “You can’t catch me!” “Yes I can!” You give up, and I yell, “Gothcha!” “Don’t you DARE tickle me again!” Laughing, then holding you, we both look at the waves, “Listen a love song…” “I hear it….”

“Look our shadows.” “Where’s the camera, here……hold still……” “My cowboy!” “Sshhhh, someone might hear you!” “Hold still…got it.” “I love how you look on the beach.” Our foreheads meet, eyes locked in on each other.  Lips greeting one another, as if they were lost, and now they were found. They get entangled in a beautiful mess. The muffled sounds of, “I will always love you.” And “You taste like peanut butter.” Laughing again, and whispering next to the waves.

I love when we don’t act our age.

          

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Contemplation

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When we were young,

the leaves were beginning to turn,

on our wedding day,

our love was orange quickly,

turning to red,

we were breathing deeply,

learning about air.

Now that we are older,

our love is softer,

but deeper, and the leaves,

turning to a rich golden,

brown.

Even if they do fall,

our love will not end,

living,

growing instead,

as tall as an uncut cedar,

while the snow speaks softly,

whispering approval,

the wind caressing our limbs,

as we look up,

into the warm,

winter sun.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

A Widower’s Story

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It didn’t go according to plan. One night on the yacht with Barbara, was more than enough. There was no romance at all, just cold rain on the outside, door slamming and yelling, on the inside. He would have to get the door to the bedroom fixed now, because she had broken it. As they coasted into the harbor the next morning, he realized they hadn’t said two words to each other since last night. He tried to apologize, as she stepped off at the pier, but all she said was, “Yeah, thanks for nothing!” and then she was gone. That one really hurt.

At the harbor inn, he had a few too many beers that night, and decided to stay. He was angry and alone, but had no idea what to do about it. He felt stupid, as he fumbled with the card, trying to get into the room. Once he was inside, he passed out on the bed.

His phone woke him up the next morning, along with a splitting headache from the night before. “Hey Bub!” It was Grace, the office receptionist. She always called him Bub, even though his name was William. Were all young people so disrespectful?

“Shhh, not so loud please.”, was all he could say. She said, “Wow you sound awful…..I’m sorry it didn’t work out, with you and Barbara.” “Are you ready to try that online dating service I told you about?” He was shocked. “Wait a minute…..you know?” She said, “Yeah of course, it’s called social media.” His heart sank.

“I’m not ready Grace……you know that”. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling, and it was true he wanted some good times, a friend maybe……but a relationship? He told Grace he was going out to sea again, this time alone. “I need the solitude, I’m not grieving anymore (which was a lie) I just need the ocean.”

She wished him well, but before they hung up, she said, “Listen, please do me a favor, and think about online dating…….and stop feeling guilty about wanting someone…….you’re a human being.” He just listened. She continued, “….And your wife would have wanted that for you.” He realized she was right, and he was shaken to the core, as he hung up the phone.

       

The conclusion tomorrow!

        

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth – Harvest

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It was harvest time. Not only did Anhah improve, after taking the medicine she needed, but in only a few days, she was up and moving around again. Jeremiah kept a close eye on her, taking an EKG every day, and taking her blood pressure on a regular basis. There was still a wonderful sparkle in the old woman’s eyes.

A week after their arrival, Anhah, and Anuniaq moved into the farm next door. It had been too crowded in the house, and even though no one said anything, they were all relieved. Yet the Inuit established a tradition very quickly, of coming to breakfast every morning. In the evening they came for dinner, and there was a wonderful sense of community that was building. Jeremiah loved cooking for everyone. And Jennifer began cooking as well. One night she blessed everyone by cooking her mother’s recipe of orange chicken. They couldn’t believe how wonderful it was.

The new village was busy after Anhah’s recovery. This would be the only year they would be able to collect the harvest from other people’s farms. They collected all of the fruits and vegetables they could get their hands on, from the surrounding area. Most of it was packaged and frozen, but some of it had to be processed, cooked and sealed in glass jars. The process was called, “canning”.

The lab building was converted into the village processing plant. One day when everyone, even Anhah was busy working with sterilizing jars, or filling them with apples and pears, Jennifer asked Jeremiah and Miriam, “I’ve been thinking….would you mind, if the baby and I moved into the room upstairs?” She began to giggle, realizing it was where the two of them went to hide…..when they……well when they wanted to be alone. Jeremiah and Miriam just looked at each other.  “We’ll let you know Jennifer….” Privately they loved their little hideaway.

      

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Birth of the Sun

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When your light exploded,

within my heart,

the sun was born,

life began,

I knew I was free,

chains melting,

loneliness conquered,

no questions,

only answers,

I did exist,

and a sunrise was reaching me,

everyday,

a river of light,

flowed,

never ceasing,

filling me with hope,

all beginning with the birth,

of the sun.

It was you,

and the power,

of your love.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”