Stand By Me

Playing For Change | Song Around The World "Stand By Me" from Concord Music Group on Vimeo.

Another Cool Poem

http://dascola.tumblr.com/post/102290290/this-is-awesome-im-not-familiar-with-neil

This is an awesome poem....thanks to Jonny for enlightening me

The Dependable Blackness of Ink, Michele McKay Aynesworth

There comes a moment when
life’s treasures tumble
like kaleidoscope shards

and the moving warmth of human flesh
gives way to the stillness of words
pinned in the middle of a book—

that moment when you reach out to feel
not the flow of hair or the rhythm of fingers
but the steady presence of a printed page,

and the color of your loved one’s eyes
becomes subsumed by
the dependable blackness of ink.

An old poem that I wrote in college......I found it when I googled myself....(don't tell anyone)

A Fabric Fairytale

Grown in a knitted neighborhood,
Sewn with button eyes
that pry down winding roads.
Spotlights that burn holes
into bare rooms.
And silently open closed doors.

A House white and clean,
Quiet to the those,
with ears that know.
A broken fence with vines thick,
weaving through panels,
And locks with brass handles,

Keys misplaced through years of clutter.
Closed shutters cover the whispers
floating across weeping branches,
Swaying the knotted rope,
attached to an empty wooden swing.

Her chin down and sweater zipped,
Chapped hands that hide inside
torn pockets filled with stars,
That fall to piles in the sky.

Toes that trip over dirty laces,
Squeaky sneakers dragging
through four years of endless halls,
Tracing cracked walls and lockers of lies,
masking faces that stare through plastic eyes.

Bated mouths,
reciting fairytales with missing pages,
Stories that follow her home,
Hanging by a thread,
With every step,
And every breath…

A word of ragged ending.
Cahla Veach-Dixon
10/2/04

Jersie Marie.....so beautiful!

Short Poem That I Am Working On...Any Suggestions?

All That Has Been Given

Plastic pails and salty cheeks
Sandy hands dig deep.
Eager eyes pile towers high,
And barricade the sea.

Determined waves
Charge at the gates
Splashing the plastered castle walls
Muddy mortar crashes thick,
To mounds that line the moat.

The king’s knees rub raw
And fingers week,
The sun burns pink along his back,
Stacking sand at the waters edge
Desperate to keep
The world he’s built
Strong beneath his feet.

“Forgive the tide”,
The Queen whispers quiet,
“Surrender your pockets full of shells”.
Kneel down and give the ocean back,
All that has been given.