Broken Beaches

The beach was broken.

There wasn’t much of a shore to explore

At least at first…

Further on the path

Around the bend

And through a mangrove forest

There was some sand for my toes.

And waves to rinse away

All the residue that has been clinging

To every step I take, weighing down

Thought, action and tainting feelings

I stood and laughed

Free

Cleansed the unvoiced anger

letting me breathe

for a time

unburdened.

July 018

Eyes II

LionThere is something as seen in the eyes

Of king

A king that makes one bow before him

And pales against the rage in a human soul

This beast, this king, has more dignity

Than the man who would exterminate him.

More peace than we

who would be superior.

This poem is a follow up to poem I wrote in high school.  Eyes was written while I should have been listening to the teacher. Ironic since I am not the teacher. Please let me know what you think of this poem and its predecessor.

Love,

Lu

Flying Free

They thought your trips and stumbles were the sign,

the end was near, and whispered as you walked

that the angel of Death had given you a fright.

No one saw how the angels held your arm and let you stand,

Walking straight and true with dignity and grace.

Or how they whisper that everyone would be ok,

Your strength and courage a final and forever gift,

Your little angel now grown can fly on her own,

No need to tend the nest, others will do that now,

Just be at peace.

You are among the ancestors, now.

Angry Parking Lot Lady

Dear Angry Parking Lot Lady,

I really do appreciate your concern for Luke and yes, my windows were cracked so approaching me with such venom did not help your case. I didn’t fight or kowtow to your righteous anger so threatening me was inappropriate.

And please if you feel my baby boy is in danger call the police. I would have been more than happy to talk to them. Especially, about the verbal assault you  were directing my way. It was 41 degrees out and you were wearing a coat, so I am failing to understand what I did wrong.

What you couldn’t see was his water cup or know that I was in the store less than ten minutes. Or that everyone of my furry children is adopted with the exception of Hrothgar, but he isn’t a furry and is in fact, a turtle.  And that I have called the police/animal control numerous times to help animals. I have crawled into storm drains to rescue kittens and spent over a hour calming a dog whose owner had chained him to a post on some truly cold nights.  And then there was the Christmas morning, I climbed a tree to get a certain Moo kitty down.  Ok, I wanted to climb the tree, but someone had a ladder and taller legs.

All you could see was your own self-righteous anger and wanted to give me a piece of your mind. It was a bit much to tell me that you didn’t appreciate me leaving him in the car or tell me that next time you would call the police repeating the words “Next time” while  slowly shaking when it is 41 degrees out. I know Luke doesn’t appreciate me leaving in the car, but the fabric store frowns on him licking the merchandise. He was still eating his treat from the pet store when I got back into the car.  Maybe I shouldn’t take him for car rides, but they are his very favorite thing and I am a sucker for his pretty face.

I get that you love animals and hate to see them abused so do I, but before you judge and attack someone take a step back and think.  Are you helping, hurting or just getting yourself upset?  Do you have all the facts? Is the animal in danger? Or are you reacting to something in your past?  You didn’t win a victory for animal rights or save a puppy, instead you got yourself upset, me tiffed and became the subject of a blog post.  Education works far better than venom. Next time try that or call the police when you see a dog in a locked car.  Just make sure you call the non-emergency number or animal control directly. I learned that lesson the hard way.

Sincerely,

Lu

P.S. I am a writer working and this will be filed for use in a future plot.

A Home For Tank…

A Tank like puppy

I didn’t intend on getting a puppy dog. Honest.. I daydreamed about it, but after trying a couple of times to adopt off of pet finder I gave up trying for a while. Better to focus on getting my house in order than introducing a new member.

A week ago, there was a Chihuahua-mix wandering in the middle of the street.  When I called out to him, he put his tail between his legs and sat down there.  He just waited for me to come and get him.

We traveled from door to door until my neighbor Mikey opened his door and gave me little Tank’s tale.  As Mike and I chatted Tank kissed my ear.  His owners couldn’t afford to keep him anymore and he was constantly escaping from the yard.

It looked like no one was home and so I took the little guy back to my house to fetch a leash so I could keep him with me while I gardened and watched for his family.  They finally came looking for him forty-five minutes later and was surprised that I had him on a leash. I tried to explain the logic of putting him on it, but when his Momma came over she seemed want to rush him away.  I asked about giving him a home and she said she would ask her daughter.

The next day, I watched little Tank being handed over to another neighbor.  There was a disappointing thud in my heart. I had grown attached to the idea of Tank coming to live with me,but at least he had a home.  Walking by his new home, I would look and just hoping he was happy.

Yesterday morning a man was running after Tank as he rounded the corner of my house.  I said hello and asked after little Tank.  He was still looking for a home.  The man, whose name I never got, offered Tank to me.  I accepted and asked if I could pick him up after work.  Everything seemed good to go..

Tank, however, wasn’t home when I went to pick him. The man who opened the door in his superman boxers said he would bring him over later.  The only knock on the door was a friend who came over to help me attach the garden hose to the faucet.  He left with cookies and I busied myself with chores. The dishes are done, the floors swept and the laundry has been put away.  Just no puppy…

I am not sure what happened.

Thank you …

Less than a year ago, I began this journey in writing.  I have grown through it and because of it; actually that part is inevitable, if I don’t continue to grown then I die.  And maybe that is the point.  As human beings we must never stop growing and learning.  Stopping is the end.

Thank you to everyone that has followed this blog.  Yesterday, I received word that 100 people have official followed the blog. It means a great deal to me that you have made the choice to follow me;  a bright stop in this very rainy day.

Thank you, again and always,

Lu