Poems and Sketches

Poems and Sketches

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(c) Mary Lou Q

 Letting Go

Letting go –
Is a place;
Is a time;
Is a space.
Letting go –
Sometimes a pain;
Sometimes numbness;
Sometimes gain.
Letting go –
 of the memories that are bad;
Of the arguments we had;
Of times that were sad.

I let go

of those things;
Of those times;
Of the zings.
Instead, I choose
not to ever lose;
And I will retain those things
where we gain.

Smiles and laughter;

Creation and elation;
Security and maturity;
With these make a nation.
Letting go isn’t easy;
And, yet, we know
It’s the path to take –
From the learning we grow.
So – let go . . .
Of what fails thee;
Focus on
What enthralls thee.
There is a beginning
To each end;

Letting go
Can be your best friend.
Arthur Rashap

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(c) Mary Lou Q

Season’s Song

When I leave this body,
My aura, more spoor,
May I be like Autumn’s leaves:
Multi hued, flaming.
Set in clear contrast
To that awesome blue sky
On a cloudless day in Fall,
Attracting and reflecting the sun,
Low in the heavens
As it rises and sets.

 
When I “die”,
Remember me as the one
On a Quixotic Quest,
Searching for meaning.
Feeling alone and apart,
Swimming in the context
Of Love’s eternal soup.
 
The seasons of the year,
Like the seasons of life,
Have been given to us
As paper and paint
To create our picture
Of time’s journey.
 
And, what is time
But some made-up measure
So we can box experiences –
Storing them
On the Shelf of Life.
 
Ah! Autumn,
When we can harvest
The fruits of lifelong learning;
Of lifelong yearning –
When all the “this’s”
And all the “that’s”
Line up,
Coming together.
 
And, all the colors
Of thought and deed
Do come together
To flash as Rainbow –
No longer whispering,
But making a bald,
Bold statement:

Live, harvest, expire –
Be, be in each moment.

Winter:
The bare, still, colorless cold.
Time:
Is this a season for passing?

Or rather, a season for resting?
The pause in the cycle of creation;
The contemplation, the stock-taking
Before ONE’s re-borning?
 
Winter:
Season for preparing;
For recycling.
The re-coiling
Springing forth.
 
Ah! Listen! Regard!
The seasons sing;
Life’s stages harmonize.
We, in the end, are ONE –
And Love is the answer.

Arthur Rashap

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Seasoned

We sit in a circle,
Breathing in the smoke of elderhood
As we watch the flame
Reflect life’s turnings.
 
At first,
There was the time 
Spring:
The time for springing forth,
Full of energy, dreams, desires;
Tilling, planting, cultivating –
Wide-eyed and impressionable
As we now see it
In life’s rear-view mirror.
 
Greening turned to
The full colors
And active buzzing
Of our Summers.
Life was like the circus performer
Running back and forth,
Spinning so many plates
On sticks overhead;
Did it matter
That some fell and shattered?
 
What was growing then,
So important, bursting forth:
Bearing all kinds of fruit,
Now changes as viewed
Through the glory
Of Autumn’s colors.
 
Let us luxuriate,
Making new tracks
In the colors of Autumn,
Celebrating the days past;
The work done.
Time to share the harvest.
 
Our seeds now drop,
Some to take root –
Even as Winter
Stills the cycle,
Covering the fields
That once were plowed
And yielding.
There is fresh space,
Time is stretched,
Memories bring smiles
And “Ah Ha’s!”
 
We sit in a circle
Around the fire,
Fashioning solutions
From the smoke of memory
And the joyous living
That was/is our lives.
 
Arthur Rashap
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(c) Mary Lou Q

NYC Weekend

 The most exciting thing
In New York City
Is the robin
Building her nest
Outside the kitchen window
Where I am staying.
One can bring nature and soul
Into any nest –
Anywhere.
Pile in the shining leaves –
Create a hiding spot underneath.
Weave pieces of string
Into a nest that is “home.”
The most exciting thing
In New York City
Is the robin affirming life by
Building her nest
Outside the kitchen window.
People, faces,
Noises, graces,
Shops, cafes, taxis,
Get-aways;
Sirens, barking,
Couples sparking;
Unimaginable diversity:
Museums, universities,
Slums and alums –
If you can’t find it here
It ain’t anywhere.

The most exciting thing
In New York City
Was the feeling
That the robin gave me:
A feeling of being safe and secure,
In the tree
Outside the kitchen window.

Two weeks’ salary
To park your cars;
Anything you could want
Ain’t very far –
Except perhaps Nature’s balm,
Babbling brook’s sound,
Senses becalmed.

People, faces, noises, graces,
Shops, cafes, taxis, “Oy-veys:”
Sirens, barking,
Sirens, hawking;
Shopping, charging,
Pushing, bargaining;
Humanity spilling out everywhere;
Their hearts, their souls, their cares.
If you can’t find it here,
It ain’t anywhere.

The most memorable thing
In New York City this weekend
Is to know that a robin
Is building her nest
Outside the kitchen window.

Arthur Rashap
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Mariposa #4

(c) Mary Lou Q

Mariposa

 Winged friend: Mariposa;
You flew circles
While I waited for love to arrive.
You incarnated in each place –
Cupid-playing
While bathing in the vibes
Of love’s unfolding.

Winged friend: Mariposa;
You were there,
Trailing twinkles and love dust
Wherever we looked.

Dear Mariposa,
Winged friend –
Love’s messenger –
Come fly
On the bosom of enchantment.
You have earned
A place in our hearts. 

Arthur Rashap
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 Watercolor Sketches ~ © Mary Lou Q

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