Musings

Harvesting Hope


We are planting seeds of loving kindness

Harvesting hope and sending it your way

Imagining world peace and happiness

Our vision for keeping sorrow at bay

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Sit in quiet, expand your awareness

Notice beauty wherever it can be found

Spread goodwill, equality and fairness

Voices raised for justice make a joyful sound

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Act in community to bring about change

Give your time and talent to just causes

Local efforts bring dreams within our range

Generous compassion without pauses

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We hope that this sonnet brings you good cheer

And all of the best for the coming year


December 2023



Low Spark of High Heeled Boys

Piano music fades in.

Each note resonates, lining pathways,  

traveling through time.

Just a few chords, 

I can almost smell the sweet smoke.

I am back in my childhood bedroom.

No longer a child, not yet an adult.

Phosphorescent flowers glow in darkness.

Psychedelic songs

Feeling the vibe

Taking risks, flying high.

Just doors away from my mother’s pain.

She in her drug filled dreams, me in mine.

Rock bands gamble with speedball injections

Doctors prescribe moms demerol

Cocooned

heavy headphone haze

On the precipice of awareness 


April 2024


Pledging Allegiance

Hand to heart

For soldiers and patriots marching down streets

across battlefields

powered by high ideals

Follow unraveling threads on heroes blue coats

Pages missing from red white and blue schoolbooks

Listen to true ancestral stories

Unravel stolen flags

flying high over ancient burial grounds

Crumbling foundations

Fading lines

delineating boundaries once clearly drawn

Hand to heart

Conquerors, conquered, enslaved

Living their lives

Side by side

Holding on to dreams

Envisioning

freedom and justice for all

July 2023


                           - Artist, Joy Nelkin Wieder

Vineyard Musings (The most perfect day ever)

Early in the morning

I am bundled in a quilted jacket

Seated on a balcony

Facing the sea

Today is the most perfect day ever

Gentle breezes carry birdsong

Seaside cottages glow under light filled clouds

A sleepy household awakens

Today is the most perfect day ever

Dew soaked leaves

Dry In the morning sun

Their still wet tips sparkle

Today is the most perfect day ever

A whistling teapot

Startles me out of my reverie

Whatever it holds

today is the most perfect day ever

A bench sits on a hilltop In Martha’s Vineyard

overlooking a glorious seascape

The simple plaque states

“Today is the most perfect day ever”

October 2023


Hourglass


Waves traveling with the moon

whisk tiny grains of sand 

from infinite beaches 

out to endless seas.

Horizons stretch beyond view.


Bubbling air 

rises from the depths 

Sinking particles 

nestled among the coral.

Motionless, absorbed .


Days, years, moments .

Another beach

small hands fill pails.

Ephemeral castles 

carried away on foaming horses

ride the ebb tide.



January 2024

Jete´

 

Firelight in shadow, 

Flickering, flaring 

round and round and round, 

Spinning golden threads of light

Joyous exultation

 

Ascension

White flash

Crackling energy

caught mid air 

above a plain wooden stage

in a majestic theater  

 

All eyes gaze upward

Excited children in their best clothes

throat clearers

bravo yellers 

whisperers

Silent

 

Gilded hall

holding one collective breath

Thunderous applause resounds

filling cavernous ceilings

 

 

April 2024

 

 

 


Westport

Glistening ground in a woodland camp

reminds me of my grandparents’ house

Hallowed earth, once again

Memories of mining for mica

dry my mother’s tears

Pop, crackle

Car wheels

hitting the clean white stones on a circular driveway

Carefully tended flowers

burst with color, in greeting

Mica calls to us before our feet even touch the ground

Excavating for the shiniest prizes

with our hands or one of the ubiquitous twigs

Our favorite spot is safe from poisonous vines

Protected

by my grandmother’s immunity

Cousin Annie

my partner and my compatriot

in the struggle to be seen by our older siblings

Called into the house by the dinner bell

 (or maybe just wanting it to be used for that purpose)

Greeted by the smell of fresh baked strawberry shortcake

Magic remembrances of a cozy country house

fireplaces blazing

and wood paneled walls

For a time,

holding us all together

June 2022


Light


Gray clouds, heavy with rain

         sit on the horizon

         Raindrops shimmer, reflecting

slivers of light in the puddles

Powerful waves pound against the shore

Blue skies, just a strong gust of wind away

        bring light

        into darkness

Breathe through the storm

Delight in the raindrops

sparkle in the sunlight

Every drop of rain, every ray of sunshine

        its own miracle

March 2023


Barefoot Boy

Amidst late fall’s

faded browns, dull grays

Amidst scrub pines

spindly phragmites

seasonal detritus

sits a bright blue sandal

encrusted with sand

atop a low, flat rock

Dropped, somewhere else

prominently placed

Found but not retrieved

Warm summer days

spent building vanishing castles

on tidal shores

Overflowing beach bag

Tired toddler, lifted gently

Maternal shoulder cradling

sweetly sleeping babe

worn out by waves

One blue shoe unpacked

Exasperated Mom

searching for its mate

Barefoot boy

February 2024


Three of Cups

Climbing, our breath sets a ponderous pace.

Three friends trek up a steep mountain pathway.

Charred, leafless trees proudly reach for the sky.

Standing in the stillness singing, we live.

Snowcapped mountains hover in the distance.

Wildflowers creep along the rock strewn path,

peeking through singed land, hope grows with them.


Three moose grazing on a hillside meadow .

startled by our delighted reverie.

They lead a charge, convincing us to go.

Two trios make a lasting memory.


September 2024

Ayres BnB (Or Cape Cod Lament)


I hear car doors slamming,

our next guests have arrived.

Hope our smiles are not damning

or our joyful welcomes contrived.

So much for careful planning,

not the summer for which we strived.

Despite the pace, we’re still standing

and all our friendships thrived.


Each year we keep expanding

our repertoire of sites.

Whales, seals, hiking and tanning 

and let’s not forget our bikes.


Another season of cramming

too much into our lives.

Late night talks are jammin(g),

precious moments, special vibes.


So hard to be demanding.

Who will be denied?

Next year we’ll try better handling

so our goodwill can survive.



September 2024