If You Can

If you can talk,

You can sing.

If you can walk,

You can dance.

If you can dream,

You can Fly!

Thursday, March 15, 2012

FUN IN THE SUN

Sun in a pure white sky burning,
Heat oppresive there is no escape.
The tar bubbles and melts,
Gooey and black sticking to soles of shoes.
A stench chockes the air and blisters the throat,
Sitting on a rock waiting in West Virginia
Happy Fourth of July.


Thursday, February 16, 2012

SEARCHING



Look deep
See what is hidden, buried away.
No one hears her cries,
She looks into faces
No,
She looks into eyes,
No,
He is gone.
Confusion, noise,wounds,smells,
Choke on smells.
The jungle keeps its secrets eternally safe,
He is gone.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Fast Talking Woman


I am a fast talking woman,
Tough.
Cut to the chase,
Look-out here I come.
A fighter for the down trodden,
A healer to the wounded and broken,
 Counselor to the forgotton.
It's OK do you need a place to stay.
Woman with yellow hair.
Hey Mom, Hey Hon.
I am a fast talking woman,
No time to waste,
I am perfect, I am flawed, I am young, I am old.
A Spirit from long past, a Crone. A traveler, who loves a cheerful hearth Com'on lets go time is on loan.
I am a fast talking woman, with a heart that flies and tears in her eyes.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Puzzles

I can't remember the hours,
They come quickly one after another.
Young faces with mangled bodies torn beyond recognition.
A puzzle of shattered flesh, with pieces missings,
Why have they vanished, where have they gone?
How can I put their likness back together again?
The water feels good against my aching flesh,
I must be careful no pieces are washed away.

Donna Lagone

Monday, January 9, 2012

The Deepest Winter

I feel a terminal cold,
I am winter.
My fingers, long sharp icicles extending from frozen arms,
No longer sensing the warmth of holding my love close.
Wintry mists obscure my mind in grey,
Days are replaced by crying wind and swirling snow,
My heart the engine that drives me is dead.
I can no longer see,
I can no longer think,
I can no longer feel,
Is this the hibernation of the soul?
A delicate flutter, an ever so slight thump,
Can a heart still beat in this cruel season?
After a long sleep a rebirth of existence.