Not The Rockefellers

photo by Rene Foran ~ January 2011 twenty days til Spring can ya dig it?  if i didn't need my hat i'd fling it twenty days 'til darlin' buds be springin' all up  in neighborhoods but keep your boots on  baby  get ready  for floods cuz mountains of snow make puddles of mud Rene ~ February 2011

I need the sea because it teaches me ~ Pablo Neruda of milky white springtime innocent  valley splendors i sing psalms of moody indigo lustful moon  mountain carvings i write sonnets but  it is for you, teacher i thirst always  for that poetic mouthful as you come back turned 'round ready to leave i am again breathless wordless Rene Foran ~ February 2011

drinking coffee from the mug you left behind accidentally though i choose to believe intentionally in lieu of having  there is the holding Rene ~ 2013

David Wethey/N(DavZPA/Associated Press (avid Wethey/NZPA/Assoated Press this is the hour of wonder a time where wait and see and hide and seek  cease to be games the streets are silent wrinkled brows speak volumes swing sets, steeples  and stomachs in knots this is the eve of answers with dawn comes discovery sifting, sweeping, shifting  changes in view  everything we held  everything we believed to be always and iron shook loose in minutes in pieces Rene ~ 2011 My prayers are with the people of New Zealand and for anyone who is struggling through  difficult, sudden changes and choices in their lives. This was a Magpie Tales submission click this sentence for more information.

fortune tumbles hits at the peak and rolls down  weathered granite finding it's way towards filling a need naturally man made concrete  halts it's progress a dam that does not give for safety's sake that's the claim it makes while down below the thirsty, hopeful valley eyes the sky and cries unlock, quench us  with what is fair and what is right but this wall does not stand to reason peace - Rene

with her fingertips she crossed a line through his godly myths and they fell easily crumbling  into sand for that display he plucked out   her ivory a punishment she surely would not stand just renounce your faith and this  will all end! he pleaded urgently one by one she spat out rubies smiling beatifically with angry arms he gathered up kindling prepping her for  sauté she knelt down, lit the fire, and crawled in singing... you've no need to show me  the way Rene ~ February 2011

shake us from this cellar exceedingly fierce into the sea take care as we are legion too many  to count too mighty to pass we are the rubble caught looking back cast us not  over bread  nor shoulder but rather the backs of swine may we drown this unrelenting sorrow and finally  know peace Rene ~ Febrauary 2011 Post or enjoy other Magpie Tales by clicking on this sentence.