Larger

There, the placid lake I threw my anger into
Strivings and feelings
Surface and firmament
´┐╝Indistinguishable now
And although I see no green light starboard side´┐╝
I’ve nothing left to try to sail
Or swim or flail
Memories softened
It’s time to take time
Take care
Dry my wings
And fly

The Consequences of Smiling

The Consequences of Smiling
by Lisa

You’ll always look four and twelve
Eighty even, but not forty at all
Kids will look at you funny for a minute
Then run to you
They’ll want to stay
Real adults won’t take you seriously
So beware

The eyes begin to go
Wrinkles at the corners
Nearsightedness -the good kind of myopia
You’ll see the treasure too
The up-close
The forest for the trees
Your own awe-struck stare at dawn

Your face will stay that way
Muscle memory (Mom was right)
You’ll be the light
In someone’s lousy day
On your own hard days
You’ll see your smile too
Its asymmetry…its perseverance

Smiles are feathers
Warmth for mind, body and soul
Insulation from frowns
Lift for the wings
Yours and theirs
Rainbow-colored plumage for this place
Smiles, like feathers that tickle

Fall

That Winter and Spring 

That glorious Summer

Those Days!

When I, with wings on my feet

And fire in my belly

Strode contented nonetheless 

Though My Best Friend

Walked ahead sniffing and pulling 

Whimpering, barking and biting

That Fall

With These Wings

Were I a wise fly on the wall

Watching the nonsense unfold

I’d fly away

But not before the whir in my wings

Shouted

She’s given you everything

Do you need my eyes 

To see unbegrudgingly

The mosaic beauty of her