you are (more than these words)

sometimes curly, sometimes straight.

light to dark and dark to light.

her hair changes upon season and mood.

eyes shine, glimmer like diamonds.

she’s a springtime song, thawing out the winter’s chill.

her face, smooth and delicate.

her silence says a thousand words; her tone soft and angelic.

her presence, like soft falling snow, graceful and quiet.

the elegance, the beauty, outshines the sun on any given day.

when her smiles make an appearance,

my heart becomes weak, and falls again.

her skin, creamy; glowing.

her heart, caring and giving.

a dedicated humanitarian, her modesty might say otherwise.

a seeker of truth, dwelling within the words.

a wonderful mother, a juggling between life’s acts and little wonders.

a wife that only a man can dream of.

wishful thinking to my reality.

she is a symphony in life.

a rock upon which i can lean on.

a friend no one can be, the best.

you are.

you are more than these words,

more than what my painting can say.

you are the essence of my desire.

oh, my love!, my heart longs when you are away!,

and when you are within these arms, i beg for forever!

c.2013, 2017 BGW

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and in today’s news….

to all who breathes

and to all who leaves;

each day we wake,

and each day we take.

as we forget,

we sometimes forfeit.

american holiday mix drink toast,

raise your glasses and let ourselves roast.

take heed to the news that rapes our emotions,

natural disasters make for a false front for needed national answers.

“and in today’s news,

the media molds your mind like paper mache…,

details at eleven…”

 

and yet to all who breathes

and to all who leaves;

each day we wake,

and each day we take.

and as we forget,

we sometimes forfeit.

 

 

 

c. 2015  bgw

rusted

a once conceived dream lined in silver and gold,

now finds itself crumbling into a pile of rubble and shifts into rust.

here! in the room of once found comfort and privilege,

now easily squeezes and suffocates every drop of light;

leaving one drowning in an invisible darkness.

one sought inside a book of favourable word

for some sort of answer,

but instead made ones guilt stab another in the back;

don’t turn back,  don’t want you back.

but if here,  i find myself at the end,

in a once conceived dream lined in silver and gold

in a room of once found comfort,

now easily squeezes and suffocates every drop of light;

let me crumble and fall into a pile of rubble and shift into rust

 

c. 2015 bgw

summer tree

 

summer tree,  leaves of green

i walk on the trails beneath,  in your shade.

i pass by, and in the blink of an eye

summer tree, your leaves are in a changing colour

red,  yellow on orange,  brown as they sit on the ground.

the brisk winds blow and shakes your coat of colour bare.

summer tree,  i must let you be,  autumn tree

under the bare branches i stroll quickly.

as i turn my coat collar up,  i hear the silent sounds of snowfall!

winter tree, i hear your whispering be!,  winter tree,

the snow falls and collects by your feet,  this is your ground.

the crunch of a white blanket under my boots,  into puddles i find

winter tree!,  good-bye to thee!  in a spring tree we are all awakened!

out of a hibernation,  you wake with a new beginning

a sunrise warms your leafing blooms

spring tree!  thawed from a frozen daze, oh!  spring tree!

your flowering creation in your fragrance – in a stroll i stop.

cascading waters of a creek underneath your height,  i  breathe it all in !

oh spring time tree!,  leaves of green!  give me your shade once again!  summer tree,

summer tree,  leaves of green

i walk on the trails beneath in your shade

and as i pass by,  in the blink of an eye,  we meet as i see!

summer tree,  leaves of green

i walk on the trails beneath in your shade

i pass by, as quickly you welcomed,  we said good-bye again,

summer tree!  leaves of green,  once again where you and i become we  –

all in a seasonal sonata we danced away!

 

 

c. 2014 bgw

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

my writing desk

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“…a comfort known as my writing desk.  in the urge to write, the creating of a story, ones people can picture in their minds and picture themselves in the proses.  sometimes i find myself just watching the world pass by there.  and other times i find the minutes disappearing all in the words that draw the story.  in a comfort known as my writing desk, anything can happen.  a bad worldly day wiped away by a good wordy verse or two.  the comfort known as my writing desk,  a place where i can bleed,  emotions will speak and seasons pass by…”  bgw

c.2014 bgw

of bright colour pallet

spring tulips of  bright colour pallet

looms and weaves itself in the dreams of the people

buried and stuck in post holiday snows

a snow that once was thought beautiful and fun

now hangs as filthy slush and a nuisance

spring tulips of  bright colour pallet

looms and weaves itself in the dreams of the people

/

seasons come and go,   and the dream remains

as long the ocean waves crash ashore

the sea’s mist kisses your face –

and salty breeze rushes through your hair as the sands warm the toes

you seek and find a calm, a peace that cannot be ignored

/

spring tulips of  bright colour pallet

looms and weaves itself in the dreams of the people

buried and stuck in post holiday snows

a snow that once was thought beautiful and fun

now hangs as filthy slush and a nuisance

spring tulips of  bright colour pallet

looms and weaves itself in the dreams of the people

/

years fly by,  all in a blink of an eye –

she grips my thumb with her hand and gazes her baby blues from her daddy’s cradling arms

hands on the clock never stopped in reflection of life

the wedding bells gave her away and now drove away into some other story’s chapter,

oh daughter,   happiness just left me with a tear and a wave good bye

/

spring tulips of  bright colour pallet

looms and weaves itself in the dreams of the people

buried and stuck in post holiday snows

a snow that once was thought beautiful and fun

now hangs as filthy slush and a nuisance

spring tulips of  bright colour pallet

looms and weaves itself in the dreams of the people

/

dream to desire in a world to explore,   i desire more

an english isle castle outside of a busy city hustle

a desire to go back,  a desire to love and love you anew

finds a cold winter white  turning its head to spring’s journey

summer heat meets and dies in autumns arms only to be handed back to winter

/

spring tulips of  bright colour pallet

looms and weaves itself in the dreams of the people

buried and stuck in post holiday snows

a snow that once was thought beautiful and fun

now hangs as filthy slush and a nuisance

spring tulips of  bright colour pallet

looms and weaves itself in the dreams of the people

c.2014  bgw

fool’s paradise

 

jet plane

crawls across the bright blue sky

jet plane

leaving a faint white line behind

we know where you’ve been.

leaving a faint white line behind

it all disappears as you glide  on by

gone,

gone,

gone

 

sunrise

slowly peaks its light into sky’s darkness

sunrise

shine down the warmth on my face.

dancing with clouds high above

shine down the warmth on my face

sunrise till the noonday –   the sunset takes you home

move on,

move on,

moved on,

 

paradise

always thinking it was on an island

paradise

in the garden that was only my mind

made me blind,  i left myself behind –

in the garden that was only my mind

the only paradise i gave blind to and left behind

 

oh!,  jet plane you are gone,

into the sunrise of some other paradise,

and here’s to tomorrow  –  we all must move on –  moving on,

move on

 

 

c.  2014   bgw

a christmas eve together

 

the day fell asleep,  and night awoke

by evenfall

the sun was masked by the incoming clouds

and soon the winter night began

the snow fell gracefully and silently in its dance

and collected on the cold hardened ground below

too long ago and too far away –

spring,  just a faded memory

 

welcoming the winter is here

outside, on the front parlour windows,

the christmas lights reflected off of the thin blanket of snow,

illuminating the darkened porch – giving it christmas charm

pea coats and boots,  scarfs and hats layer in the warmth

as we go caroling through the neighborhood

 

down to the town square we go

the snow that had collected crunches under our shoes

the local shops were all decked in their christmas cheer glow

her hand i hold as she clings onto my arm

she catches the descending flakes and watches them melt

 

a child’s laughter fills a parent’s heart,  a merry christmas to all

it’s a christmas celebration as we skate on the ice

the hot chocolate and peppermint stick,  warm us up as we wait for  st. nick’s  arrival

all children eyes fill with amazement as their anticipation grows

christmas time wishes,  and a towns gathers

a towns prayer,  to a saviours birth we remember ;

 

one night of peace and unity peeks into a smothered world of uneasiness and uncertainty

every person, together,  if all only for one night,  stand and holds hands

praying  and hoping  for the same ideas and needs,  the peace and love that is lacking

in this nation,  in this world – in our minds.

Almighty!!

please lay a hand of comfort and peace in those hearts that are suffering tonight.

we all are blessed,  but we all long for some peace tonight,  in us and in others

and in You we seek the shelter that we all need now

thank you Lord for the blessing of Jesus,  for in Him we can find that comfort and peace

the strength to live another day,  we long to walk beside you in assurance

in these times of wickedness and trickery,  You deliver the peace

 

outside the front parlour window

the christmas lights reflected off of the thin blanket of snow,

illuminating the darkened porch,  giving it christmas charm

the day fell asleep,  and night awoke

by evenfall

the sun was masked by the in coming clouds

and soon the winter night began

 

the fire crackles and pops and the christmas tree lights slowly fade in and out

the dog sleeps away on the warm pillow by the hearth

on the couch,  i hold you,  side by side,  my arm around you

and your head gently rests on my shoulder,  we are wrapped cozy in a blanket

the yule log glows brightly of orange flames of warmth

our eyes slowly shut

the tic tocs of the grandfather clock grows louder as the fire calms

winter night,  good night

 

the snow fell gracefully and  silently in its dance

and collected on the cold hardened ground below

the chimes toll six and the winter’s night tale ends

a christmas morning begins

the snow fell gracefully and silently in its dance

and collected on the cold hardened ground below

the stockings full and the aroma of coffee fills the air

a white christmas,  joy to the world

and a merry christmas to you

merry christmas to you

 

c. 2013  bgw

the cold morning sky

 

. . . . . . the night came quickly to draw the closing of another day.  the deafening silence was something that became just part of the routine.  the sound of the tea kettle whistled in the presence of  the abandoned company.  i fill  my mug with the water as the steam rose, and i drop in the tea.  i walk it over to the bedside table and set it down.  to the bedroom window, i walk over  and watch the wind whistle through the trees.  small sparse snowflakes start falling and frost forms on the outer edge of the glass.  pulling the robe tighter, keeping the warmth within,  i walk to the bedside and quickly slip in the awaiting bed.   the cool comfort the bed sheets was welcoming, but the vacant pillow next to me was unfamiliar.  //   sleep,  that’s all i needed.  the unfamiliar period in the day where i could just go an try to forget the stress,  aggravation and disappointment of the day and slip into a deep dream,  a place where i can find you again.  i sip on the  warming tea  as i reach for my book to read a few chapters.  poe,  hemingway or dickens come alive as the words strike images in my head.  but quickly my eyelids start to become heavy and my attention to the words become faded.   placing the bookmark,  closing the book , i turn over to turn off the bedside lamp.  darkness quickly covers the room as my restless eyes adjust.  a deep sigh and all the thoughts of what went on,  all the things i did wrong, what made each other tick,  her smile,  her laugh.  all the good times and even all of  the bad,  everything we had  etched well into the loneliness.   my mind desperately seeks,  searches for a sign or something to let me know that she’s still there,   thinking about me.  buts all about  the endless game and question of “what if”  and keeps my sleep awake.  a quick early winters wind passes by the window and the glass rattles.  the conversations i have in my head lead me to believe that im going crazy.  the endless thought of her,  her hello’s and her goodnight’s  stained the memory and present thought.  the constant stress laughs and tic tocks, picks away at the man who once was me.  uneasy restlessness  slowly crawls from my lower back and squirms up my back into my neck, arms and finger tips.  i toss and turn,  and i become a bed sheet burrito.  i force my eyes to find the sleep,  and the black of closed eyes calm.  deep and deeper i find a slice of calmness.  //   the phone that sat alongside of the night stand lit up and awoke my slumber.   in the foggy haze found between sleep and being awake,  i found your name on the unread text.  sitting up quickly,  i read the modern day sent message.  it said that you  needed to talk to me and that you wanted to see me.  she’d been thinking about me just as much as i was of her.  she wanted to see me,  now.  my first thought was that this was another wicked dream,  my mind playing a cruel joke.  i’d seen her coming back to me in many of my dreams,  my hopes,  but none that were real.   i jump from the bed and quickly freshen up and dress myself.  i grab my keys and quickly walk to the truck.   in the short time that i fell asleep,  the sparse flakes of snow had actually grew to a good accumulating covering.  the truck turns over and the wipers shove the small amount of snow aside.  as i drive,  the quietness of the night,  the headlights catch the falling flakes and the tires cut through the slush.  up ahead on the horizon,  the light of dawn started to break and up ahead another set of headlights came up from the hill not too far away.  as i fixed my eyes back to the section of road ahead,   a quick blur of a young deer darted out from the dark wooded grove alongside the road.  slamming on the breaks,  swerving to miss,  the truck began to fishtail.  fighting the spinout,  the truck finds the opposite side of the road,  a ditch,  an open field.   as the first tires caught the ditch,  it flipped the truck over and over.  flip after flip i lose grip, my head hits the windshield and ejects me from the seat.  out  ten yards away from the smashed truck,  i land on my back.  the ground cold and frozen.   the headlights from the oncoming lane stops and i hear the man rush up to me.  the snow crunches as it collects under the soles of his boots.  he quickly removes his coat covers my chest and arms to keep me warm as he calls for help.  i tell him that im fine,  but he doesn’t hear me.  off in the distance,  the faint screaming of sirens become louder,  once again i hear him tell me that help is coming,  but i tell him that im fine and that i need to see her.  again,  he doesn’t hear me.   as i see the police cars,  firetrucks and e.m.s. pull up,  i scream that this is all not necessary.  no one hears my words as the paramedics hang there heads over me.   and as they worked on me,  i was on the cold ground, white sheet and all.  but i was seeing this from above it all,  out of my own.   daybreak,  and the sun crests above the wooded horizon.  the cold morning sky softly glowed a soft blue, peach and grey.  off in the near distance,  the birds sing their morning song.  //  im looking for you,   and i don’t want to leave.  i want you to come back to me as if it was the beginning.  but as it came to be,  there weren’t any messages on my phone saying that you wanted me back.  that part i dreamt i suppose.  when you left,  i was never the same.  the void took my soul,  my motivation.  i need you and  i needed you.   the memory always haunted the present.  but as for what it was,  it blinded the future.  {the past always haunted the present,  and blinded the future} and as i moved along the day,  it was as if my feet were stuck in the cement. //  the night came quickly to draw the closing of another day.  the deafening silence was something that became just part of the routine. the sound of the tea kettle whistled in the presence of  the abandoned company.  i fill  my mug with the water as the steam rose, and i drop in the tea.  i walk it over to the bedside table and set it down.  to the bedroom window, i walk over  and watch the wind whistle through the trees.  small sparse snowflakes start falling and frost forms on the outer edge of the glass.  pulling the robe tighter, keeping the warmth within,  i walk to the bedside and quickly slip in the awaiting bed.   the cool comfort the bed sheets was welcoming, but the vacant pillow next to me was unfamiliar.  sleep,  that’s all i needed,  . . . . . . . . . . . .

 

 

 

c.2013  bgw

camelot has fallen

. . . . the sun sets below the tree line,  just past the wheat fields.  another tough day done,   a broken heart weighs heavy, and crushes within.  the thought of it all going away,  the fun,  the need  and the desire gone as simple as an eraser to pencil,  or maybe a rug being pulled away from under where i stand.   gentle breeze blows slowly across my face,  through the trees.   sitting here on the front porch steps,  my face in my hands,  wondering what the hell i did,  or what just happened.  because it happened so quick,  it left me in utter disbelief.    and now the words that were once in a neat pile,  now just flutter away,  leaf by leaf,  word by word.  and now the music we made love to is now just a knife stabbing  my feelings,  haunting my  memories.  the hunger comes and goes, and  i want to eat,  but there’s no one here to share this meal of  forlornness with.   i take a bite,  and i leave the rest to get cold.  desperately seeking for hope,   the blackened room blinds,  searching  for another  fresh start,  but there’s nothing left in your heart.  bedtime,  the coolness of the sheets,  the softness of the pillows and the complete quietness that screams out the loneliness.  i reach over to hear your good night,  and it’s not there.   the sheer pain in my body of emptiness,  kills me  to sleep.  the quicksand dream,  and the reality of you not there,  after the walk home dream,  i wake in the pool of tears.  no one is there to hear;   my plea has fallen on deaf ears.   a new day,  and i walk through the motions,  numb.   my feet reluctantly touch the ground.  the darkness surrounds the moment  i look to see my good morning start.  not there,  i take a deep breath,  and run my hands over my face,  walk on over to the sink and turn the knob.   cupping my hands,  i gather water,  and splash it upon my face.  doing this a few times,  i think about the day,  and all the things that need to be done.  i dry my face off and look in the mirror.   the worn out eyes,  the smile that has disappeared,  this is not me.  the early morning rain softly tapped on the kitchen window.  i reach for the coffee and start the brewing.  leaning on the counter,  standing there,  not in a morning haze,  but rather in a memory daze.    grabbing my cup,  i fill it with the welcoming brew.  i sit at the table and take a sip.   gone is you,  and the pain of  losing remains.   my body says “get up and go”,  but there,  my mind trumps and i waste time,  sitting in my chair motionless,  wondering how  i can continue on without you now.    gone is you,  and the pain of losing remains.  slowly i get up and get on with the day.  i move through the motions,  but the memory sticks with me,  haunting,  attacking every action,  every direction;  where do i run to?    Camelot has fallen,  and now sits empty.    gone is you,  and the pain of losing remains. . . . . . . .

c.2013  BGW