Traces…   1 comment

By Beverly Ann Barthel

Five golden autumns have passed…
I still see traces…

Golden remnants of a life long gone now

Traces are  all that’s left…

Just memories that drift randomly through time and space

And come and go with the wind…
They whirl and twirl around me

Dancing like dead, spirit leaves under a Harvest Moon

They come alive  again and again
Revived with tears

Their images live on now… captured in photographs and melodies and poems
The old flannel shirt still hangs on a hook in the hall closet

I wear it now on chilly nights  when I feel I need a hug

His favorite books are still lined up in a row collecting dust on the shelf

The  drawer in the kitchen still has tidbits of our past

Old keys and precious ephemera from another lifetime
It all seems   like a dream  to me now
Another life time
Another me …
Traces…
That’s all that’s left.

Posted October 14, 2014 by beverlyanna in Uncategorized

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A Sense of Place   1 comment

By Beverlyanna

October winds call  my name
Like Native chants from another time
I can faintly hear them amid the dust of my cluttered day
I hear them more clearly in the silence of the lonely, empty night
They call my name again and again
Leafy invitations dancing in the air… and all addressed to me
The longing begins…
The yearning to go back to that sense of place
That place where I belong.

To get there takes effort, no easy task
The world has made it difficult
I must search for the portal

Traverse through jagged wire fences
And a cement killing field with danger coming from the north and south
Once there.. it is sacred.
Memories live there
Perched high above, right at the edge… my senses soar with eagles
The rushing water of the mighty Niagara sings its holy song in hushed tones

Its music goes straight to my soul
Full of grace and peace… I am renewed
Everything seems more clear
I have found what I was searching for
That sense of place, the place where I belong.

Posted October 6, 2014 by beverlyanna in Uncategorized

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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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