Jigsaw Puzzle

If I could
I would
take my past
piece by puzzling piece
and put it back together
creating a scene of beauty and order
straightening out the chaos
of my mistaken beliefs
choosing love instead of hate
blue instead of grey
taking small bits of matter
that once seemed so important
random deeds scattered
across the table of my life
If I could
I would
take my past
peace
by
puzzling
peace

PBM
1996

Company in Modern Times

I gave you a cup of tea

I zapped it like a witch

I could have kept you longer

If I had boiled the water

Pattra Burnetto Monroe

Germination

lying dormant in the garden
are the seeds that have been sown

winter hides the flowers
deep within the ground

cloistered within the depression
lying dormant in the earth

are disembodied dreams
protected in a state of silence

numb and warm
are seeds awaiting germination

like the silent sleeping beauty
awakened by the prince

my loves awaken me
with patient little prods

beckoning me to surface
come sing to us they call

come fix me something to eat
laughter, rain, and sorrow

each calling for attention
each seed seeking its perfection

no matter what state
dormant or awakened

or lying buried in the ground
appearances can be deceiving

and love can still be found

Pattra Burnetto Monroe

The Visitors

The joy
you brought to me
still lingers

I'm dancing
in the
afterglow

Laughter illuminates me

Look
I've become
a wood nymph
a sea sprite

a dandelion
in a child's
breath

pbm 1991

There is Change in the Wind Part II

The wind is still blowing
and is predicted to blow
stronger, harder, longer
still
The wind is part of the change

There is one more wind chime
in my garden
a small wind chime rests
in the bare branches
of our potted lilac tree

a gift to my mother
while she still lived
loved by her grandchildren
despite her binges
as they always included
a great story

"just listen," she said, "it gets better
every time I tell it!"
I miss the stories
lost in time
I don't miss the drinking
but she won't mind

The lilac tree offers the promise
of blossoms in this it's ninth year
as we haven't seen it bloom yet
it's presence offers hope

until spring it's branches hold
only the miniature bird house
and tiny buds bursting from each branch

hanging from the painted bird house
are tiny silver chimes
only three
but three is enough
to play a tune

alone
they each are silent
last night people kissed
at midnight
I wasn't there to watch
like Cinderella
I ran home before
the midnight hour

while fire works exploded
my kisses sailed on the wind
to children grown and gone
to family & friends
to loves of my past
or love that has never been
I have not always been alone

and I know how to do this
how to live my life
which occasionally
I am true too

I create a grotto full of music
songs dancing on the wind
A plastic St. Francis
watches over all
protecting the illusion

An imaginary world
with substance and beauty
as long as we believe it is real
the birds come to eat and drink
and I watch the flowers bloom

A Ferdinand savoring their scent
in her quiet sanctuary
where I can see the river
and in the early morning
hear the ocean hum to me

I watch the bulbs reach skyward
a universe hidden
inside their d n a
I invite the angels in to play
& make new friends

I shall start the new year here
in my tree house nest
by writing, brushing my teeth,
walk, work, done...
"chop wood, carry water"
a pretty acceptable plan

I shall start the new year
by putting away the past
and embracing the present
savoring the days
as they sail past
on the winds of change

Change is good
as my change purse
will attest to
a gift from my youngest
knowing how it will
make me laugh

Change is also inevitable
the only constant I know
and I am the curious type
anxious to see the unfolding

to feel the wind in my hair
and hear the girlish laughter
of my mischievous, amazingly
amusing muses
as they sail by

taunting & teasing me
whistling a tune in my ear
knowing all the while
I am tone deaf

As I greet the morning
and the new year begins
I feel a surge of gratitude
carried on the wind

Thank you, my children,
for having blessed my life
Thank you, my friends,
for all the joy you bring.

Thank you, my family
for being brave & strong.
Thank you, old lovers
for having loved me.

Thank you, wind,
for bringing me my songs.
Thank you, Angels
of Love & Light
for bringing faith to find me
when I was lost.

Thank you, God,
for all this
and more.
Amen