Eve's Poetry
My
Life's Rosary
My life is a delicate silver thread
with many a tangled twist;
convoluted with paths that led
to many a place I lay my head.
(Reflecting where the time has gone,
I notice the thread is growing long.)
On this long thread, I have strung
all my experiences, my songs sung;
exquisitely colored gemstones show
my life's achievements, in a row.
(My dreaming beads are shades of blue.
Many of my dreams come true.)
For love, a pearl. Baroque, of course.
Love's path is never smooth.
Love follows its bumpy road, remorse.
But in the end, it soothes.
(Love demanded I expand
and recognize fate's guiding hand.)
A gold and flashy bead for sins --
(I do recall a few.)
Perhaps that's where the cord has thinned.
Bur, it plumps up again, I view...
soft pink for teensy-tiny toes;
each counted and kissed. Agate Rose.
Bright colored glass for babies grown,
For wonderful grandchildren; their seeds sown
like wildflowers in my maiden youth.
Each gleaming the eternal truth
that we are all but links in a chain.
(And there's that necklace thing again.)
Maiden, mother, crone, each age
has colors, lilac pink to deep purple,
to signify wisdom, now I'm sage.
enveloped in my chrysalis' circle,
(My own aura reaching sweet
connections to angels I would greet.)
Green for lovely friends, all dear;
and glowing amber, resined pine,
antique orb of energy heals fear.
Seashells also, held in hand, I'm
transported back to sandy beaches.
(Son conceived there, memory reaches.)
Ruby red for passion's play;
pewter gray for cloudy days
which seemed quite dull and all the same,
yet helped me recognize joy when it came.
(The gift of joy came late in life --
amid great strife.)
Crystals; glass-clear for intuition,
hunches, precognitive Goddess signs;
explaining them defies description.
Suffice to say, the need defines.
(The thread elongates, seeks creation.
Just what color is elation?)
Our lives are conjoined threads that we
each string with beads eternally.
Jet black beads, studded with glitter --
starry night skies, our souls flitter
in and out, through timeless space,
endlessly filled with beads of grace.
My life is a long, long string of beads,
of memories recent, and of seeds
of memory from distant past
lives. Deja Vu. Fate's lessons last.
One more bead, white for compassion;
Send love to all, love is not rationed.
