Autumn in a Jar   1 comment

By Beverly Anna

I wish I could keep Autumn in a jar
I’d store leaves, and pumpkins, , apples and grapes, along with golden memories  in there.
The fragrace alone would clear away the blues
It’s magic spell would transform any day at my will
I’d take it out on sad days
Open the jar slowly and…Watch golden  memories  of days gone by  slip out one  by one and dance in the air disguised as leaves
I’d collect them again, caress each one and gently put  them  back in the  jar for another day
I’d take my Autumn jar out on sweltering hot and humid  days
Open the lid  and feel the cool air  touch my face and evaporate the sweat from my brow
It would blow away all the  heavy cobwebs weighing down  my soul
Oh, to have an Autumn jar…
Maybe more than one
A collection perhaps…
I’d share a jar or two with my Autumn loving friends

Posted August 31, 2014 by beverlyanna in Uncategorized

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Dream Parodox   Leave a comment

By Beverly Anna

I had a strange dream last night
I was perched in the balcony of an old fashioned movie theater

I felt strange, like I didn’t belong amid those faceless people

Parodoxically, I could see myself on that filmy screen wearning my long, white, winter nightgown

Like an old time movie …everything was black and white with shades of grey
It seems , I was the main character..
Actually, the only character on screen, but one of many faceless people in the audience
I was starring in my own late night movie
Me watching me.
In the scene , I heard a strange whisper calling to me
I floated down the hall
As if by magic, I was standing before a large window

I could see far and wide
Everything out there was covered with a clean, white blanket of snow
An old shovel was perched against a snow covered tree
My stone benches were covered … struggling to be seen
It looked tranquil and very still out there
As if time had frozen
Everything was buried in the snow
And this could only happen in a dream…
I saw them
There on screen, as if a movie technician colorized only them
Were my pots of flowers randomly arranged like bold messengers of joy
They were strikingly bright against the backdrop of white snow.
Each color, bold and beautiful shouting for recognition
I opened the door
I felt compelled to touch them and so I did
They felt warm.
Suddenly, I woke up with snow on my fingertips
A dream parodox for sure.

Posted August 31, 2014 by beverlyanna in Uncategorized

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Treasure Chest   Leave a comment

By Beverly Ann Barthel

Everyone has an invisible treasure chest

It lies hidden in the dusty attic of your soul.

It is covered with silvery cobwebs and fashioned  with time.

You can’t see it or touch it in the usual way
It has been there since your birth and will remain till you die
You know it’s there because you have opened it from time to time
With an invisible key that only works for you
You venture to open this

When you need to touch base with who you were to determine who you still are
On those days, your tears clear away the dust and wash away the cobwebs.
As that invisible key turns …
You have to be careful and ready for the consequences
Memories come drifting out
Sometimes flowing like a magic vapor they lovingly caress you
Other times they hit you hard like a strike from a baseball bat
Either way they are part of you and your story
When you are satiated, and remember who you were
You feel renewed  to be who you are now.
You  collect those memories one by one

Gently tuck them back inside the treasure chest and lower the lid for another day…of remembering.

Posted August 18, 2014 by beverlyanna in Uncategorized

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My Magic Elixir   Leave a comment

My Magic Elixir
By Beverlyanna

I suppose everyone has their elixir of choice
Coffee, wine , pot, beer , Prozac etc…harder stuff
Mine is humble, naturally sweet , easy to purchase
Mellow and magic.
Cinnamon apple tea
Nothing like it for me…
Needs absolutely nothing… but oh, is it powerful
A steaming cup scents the air with memories
It can transport me instantly to another time and place
It can make all four seasons seem like a golden Autumn morning
And make problems and miseries disappear with the steam and float away.
My daily epiphany inducer in a cup.
Worth its weight in liquid gold.
Love my cinnamon apple tea…
I could use some right now…
Ahhhh! Magic!!!
Now, I can go and take on the new day!

Posted August 18, 2014 by beverlyanna in Uncategorized

Misty Summer Morning   1 comment

By Beverlyanna

Another misty, summer morning…
The air is thick with magic
Memories like a Monet
Hang in the air
The colors melting before my eyes
Dripping from the sky
Right into my heart
There is a slight scent of cinnamon
The warm mist is comforting
Like a blanket made of tears
The early morning ghosts ready themselves for this mystic morning
They join me for breakfast tea .
They are always welc0me ♥

Posted July 8, 2014 by beverlyanna in Uncategorized

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Regular Days   1 comment

By Beverlyanna

Regular days are like the air we breathe
or the Sun that rises every single morning
We just don’t seem to notice… that is, till they’re gone…
We hustle and bustle with our plans for the day
Taking for granted… that air and that sun… that mundane routine
Until that one day when time seems to stop
And everything changes
Suddenly the struggle for that regular day becomes a daily battle
Air is heavy and the sunlight hides behind heavy, dark cloud

Regular days are precious
They fashion one’s life with
A golden thread of gentle moments and normal routines woven together
They create the tapestry of life
Once broken, the thread takes time to mend
It is a difficult task to reconnect the severed threads together again.

I long for those regular days now vanished… forever
Those early morning yawns with my husband , sharing breakfast, making plans for the day
My tapestry is still mending… unfinished
Still a work in progress. ♥

Posted July 4, 2014 by beverlyanna in Uncategorized

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3 AM Again   1 comment

By Beverly Anna

Here I am again…

I have fallen out of dreamland and hit the ground …

My thoughts are racing
Memories  spill out in warm and gentle teardrops
Uncertainty prevails 
I hear the clock ticking or maybe it’s my heart
Don’t know which
It’s all the same to me
Everything seems louder at 3AM
When the world has gone to sleep
But not my mind 
It is working overtime
Life seems to be racing on by at warp speed now
I have been collecting precious memories along the way
Like the ebb and flow of the  ocean
My moods strike the shore
Leaving ripples of joy and sadness along the sands of time
Clock is ticking…Heart is too
Always on the search for that illusive PEACE. ♥

Posted June 13, 2014 by beverlyanna in Uncategorized

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