Showing posts with label my stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my stuff. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
My Etsy Shop
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Old Haunts
Old Haunts
I quietly enter a home oft visited
My grandmother's small cottage
The rooms are all so vivid today
In this long-gone place of yesterday
I sit in the backseat at the drive-in
With cars lined up side-by-side
Now, that lot is empty and gray
The movie stars long gone away
I walk the aisles of an old store
A place I worked so long ago
I see shelves with the items they bore
However this space exists no more
I pace a floor, crying child in hand
Trying not to wake another
Yet that nursery is now a den
And those children grown men
Too many of our old buildings
Stand no longer in this world
Existing now not of brick or steel
Only in memory, no longer unreal
Looking about the spaces of my now
Longing for the rooms of my then
Without a pause, I jaunt
Into my head, an old beloved haunt
Joseph Mello
7.17.2009
I quietly enter a home oft visited
My grandmother's small cottage
The rooms are all so vivid today
In this long-gone place of yesterday
I sit in the backseat at the drive-in
With cars lined up side-by-side
Now, that lot is empty and gray
The movie stars long gone away
I walk the aisles of an old store
A place I worked so long ago
I see shelves with the items they bore
However this space exists no more
I pace a floor, crying child in hand
Trying not to wake another
Yet that nursery is now a den
And those children grown men
Too many of our old buildings
Stand no longer in this world
Existing now not of brick or steel
Only in memory, no longer unreal
Looking about the spaces of my now
Longing for the rooms of my then
Without a pause, I jaunt
Into my head, an old beloved haunt
Joseph Mello
7.17.2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Back and Forth, Back and Forth
She sits, her sewing in hand
Studiously working the pattern
Pondering problems with every stitch
The needle goes
Back and Forth
Back and Forth
She swings, outside on the porch
Turning over worries and fears
Sifting through the day
As her body sways
Back and Forth
Back and Forth
She stops, the sewing in her lap
And looks up at the trees
Remembering lost people and places
As wind weaves through the leaves
Back and Forth
Back and Forth
She sees, a noiseless bird soar by
Smiling at this gentle creature
Her mind slows, her nerves relax
The bird returns to the tree
Back and Forth
Back and Forth
She sits, slowly swinging
Enjoying the breeze, the bird singing
Her mind at peace, for now, at least
She picks up her needle
Back and Forth
Back and Forth
Joseph Mello
7.13.2009
Studiously working the pattern
Pondering problems with every stitch
The needle goes
Back and Forth
Back and Forth
She swings, outside on the porch
Turning over worries and fears
Sifting through the day
As her body sways
Back and Forth
Back and Forth
She stops, the sewing in her lap
And looks up at the trees
Remembering lost people and places
As wind weaves through the leaves
Back and Forth
Back and Forth
She sees, a noiseless bird soar by
Smiling at this gentle creature
Her mind slows, her nerves relax
The bird returns to the tree
Back and Forth
Back and Forth
She sits, slowly swinging
Enjoying the breeze, the bird singing
Her mind at peace, for now, at least
She picks up her needle
Back and Forth
Back and Forth
Joseph Mello
7.13.2009
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