Poems by Gayle Bluebird, 6-1-23

Happiness Spreads
You take the gifts of your
Life,
The parts of you that
Shine,
You always knew that
Rainbows
Happened quickly,
You have to catch them
At the time,
Or you miss out--
Happiness can last but
You have to stroke it
Like a steely cat--
Spread it, like,
Cream cheese and jelly.
You know others who are
Homeless,
Striding through impediments,
...in numbness,
...unable to feel
Happiness--
Our shoes need to fit
Wide enough
To walk with others,
Share until fatigue
Wins out,
But never stop being
Happy,
Walking
Even when you
Sleepwalk.
###
Listen to the Birds
In the many
Trees
Outside,
Birds are singing
Repetitively,
Interpretively
Words,
Invitations
to enjoy.
Reminders that
Life is not just
filled with questions,
But
full of answers.
Doors open wide.
Flower friends
Are sprouting different
Colors
blending
with the sky.
My mind must
In stillness be.
###
If You Are Older
This poem is for you.
Not done yet, we
may need pep talks.
Our bodies
With a few cracks,
Can still go dancing
with new costumes
And plumes in our hair.
We have wisdom to
Share
from our life experiences,
Places to go,
Dreams yet to fulfill,
Sun to capture at
Sea-side edges
With real vitamin D,
Not from a bottle.
We have memories,
So many, we can't
Remember them all.
At our pace at full-steam-
Ahead,
We may be ready
for romance,
Should it happen our way.
Skip cotton candy,
but not the Ferris-wheel.
A handful of peanuts for
health in our pockets,
Long walks in neighborhoods,
Making new friends,
We have new mysteries
to ponder.
For us, if we choose,
A life still gratifying,
and delicious.
Not slow, but fast-
as-we-can.
Maybe just not on
Horseback.
###
From My Third Floor Window
What I see,
A blinking light in a distance,
Cars come through the gate,
Who is it?
The roaming white cat
All fed and plump,
(Says he belongs here)
And that is that!
My car sitting safely
On the parking lot,
People walking beyond the
Fence, (going to play,
Eat, at a nearby cafe),
The siren Red Rescue
Occasionally,
Someone here has
Fallen or with a heart-stopped--
You might think my view is
Petty,
Not at all dressed up with
Sights
All pretty,
But from it I see the clouds
Move,
The sun making up its
Mind,
And stars at night,
No curtains,
No closed blinds.
I like the openness of
The sky.
When I see what
Outside is happening,
It’s mine,
Temporarily,
No matter how it might
Seem.
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Rainy Day
The trees bend,
Wipers in cars
Rotate back and
Forth.
Great day for upstretched
Arms, exercise inside,
Making a vegetable soup,
Reading a book,
Cleaning the bathtub,
Taking a shower,
Anything avoided piled
Up-- You do an about-
Face.
You listen to politicians,
Hoping they can take us
Out of darkness into
Light.
You light scented candles
In the dining room.
Hope surrounds
Us when we
Join other voices.
Be a part of the Whole World,
Not just
Where we sit in good
And Plenty.
Give what we have and
Then some.
Aware
Awake, Alert—
Knowing
Change only happens
when we do the work.



Such lovely poems! Thank you for sharing them with us!