One, two, three glimpses into another life.
Often times that’s all we’ll ever get
Before the door is closed.
One hello
Two names
Three sentences.
One, two, three steps
And they’re gone,
Never to be seen again.
(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010
Thank you so much for this award Jingle!!! I am delighted and honored to receive it!
http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/
I would also like to nominate kseverny for perfect poet!
http://kseverny.wordpress.com/2010/02/24/my-first-accrostic-by-kseverny/
Teach me how to kiss
To move lips in rhythm
To nuzzle hearts with noses.
(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010
The clouds are crowding in again
Blocking out my life.
I can’t see the path anymore,
All I know is there’s no other door.
And love, sweet love, it’s running away
and life, sweet life, it’s the only way.
And I decided I don’t need me
No, I don’t need me,
No, I don’t need me to live my life.
(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010
I want to know if
The air here tastes different
Than it does at home
(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010
I want to thank Ishabelle for nominating me for this award! I am very honored to be receiving it! I would like to pass it on to bloggers whose sites I have greatly enjoyed! And please don’t forget to check out Ishabelle’s wonderful site, Chocolate High, at http://ishabellemanalo.wordpress.com/2010/02/19/circle-of-friends-award/
My Five nominees are:
1) Brian Miller at http://www.waystationone.com/
2) Jingle at http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/
3) Kseverny at http://kseverny.wordpress.com/
4) Jennifer at http://dragonflypoet.wordpress.com/
5) Michele Spector atartiste7.wordpress.com
I greatly appreciate this honor! Thank you to Jingle for nominating me for the Sunshine Award!
http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/02/18/the-14th-sunshine-award/
Rules to Accept the Award:
My nominees are:
1) http://postcardsfromdoggerland.wordpress.com/
2)http://tasmith1122.wordpress.com/
3)http://artiste7.wordpress.com/
4) http://justmeshakirack.blogspot.com
5)http://nohaemile.wordpress.com/
6)http://www.waystationone.com/
7)http://fiftysomethingpoetry.wordpress.com/
8 )http://ishabellemanalo.wordpress.com/
9)http://theworldofyes.wordpress.com/
10)http://awordslife.wordpress.com
The dirt packed alley ways
wage war on weeds slowly
creeping.
Descendents of prairie planes
no longer welcome,
they find refuge between the worn
chain link fences, beneath
the summer sun.
Pitter patter children’s feet
sink mud, squelch. Toes glory.
A sword of pine branch,
no sheath, no handle, straight blade,
fights a growing forest of cheat grass.
Reaching final destination,
scratched by tumble weeds,
raw hands dig deep, uncovering
a simple smooth stone treasure.
She holds it to her tiny breast
and thinks
this must be
forever.
(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010
The sunshine bathes streets in gold,
Illuminates the stories that go untold.
People walking here and there
Paint pictures with their feet.
The lives they live and the lives they change
Only begin with the people that they meet.
So much to do and so much to see
Yet we walk in circles
Making spirals
Still content just to be.
What happened to the passion?
What happened to the dreams?
What happened to the life we lived
Stretching beyond the seams?
How did we become complacent?
Willing to walk when we could dance?
How did you lose your morals?
When did you drop your stance?
You try to hide the hope that died
But I can smell the stench.
Why do you sit there, waiting still?
Life won’t start sitting on a bench
Get out and live,
Play for a day,
Refresh,
Remember who you are.
Remember God,
Remember love,
And if you must, wish upon a star.
For I have heard that they are Angel eyes,
So let’s give them a show.
And I will let you hold my hand
If you promise to love me so.
(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010
Big brother is watching you
With an ice cold stare
No emotion on his brow
Or feeling in his eyes.
Death lurks in every corner
A sweet release of pain
A tyranny of lawlessness
Rules throughout the land
What is it to die?
To seal your fate eternal?
When living lives of thoughtlessness
Has destroyed your soul forever?
(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010
Looking through the window
I see trees stand guard
Over a land separated from me
By paned glass and mixed bricks hard
And rough.
The crispy outer layer of frozen grass
Must sting in the frost bit air
Of such separate make up from
My controlled air warmed by gas
Fireplace flames.
Maybe the ground is cold and wet
Or warmed by an earlier misty rain
That I missed taken in by painted walls
And a carpeted brown-black net
Of floor.
I cannot bring myself to leave my chair
And press foot on an impressionable ground.
To know that the dent I leave will soon
Be over grown, forgotten, without a care.
(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010
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