Little World

The Little World Outside Her Window

She likes her wheel chair, “It fits just right”. She uses it all the time and it’s barely broken in. It gets her around and she’s, ” free, free, free!” Free at last, to go where ever she wants.

Mostly she goes to the window, where she can see the neighborhood kids playing out on the street and talk to Tabby through the windows glass.  She calls that tom cat,” Tabby” just as, she calls all her friends, by name.  Even the squirrels and  favored birds have their own names. She’s an all too familiar face to them. Another face in the crowd who is observing the day-to-day events, in the tree town just outside her window.

W.H.Dietrich

Dream Crasher

Close the door, draw the shade, turn out the light, dream a dream.

Smell the linens,close your eyes, see the night, silence the voice,  listen to lullaby songs,

Sleep deep sleep, follow it down, floating , traveling, sailing along.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily. It’s not as bad as it seems.

A nudge, a sound, a roaming hand with flower petal fingers.

Whispers call from the depths of night, kisses moan on the neck and chest,

Are you awake ?

Dream Crasher

Necessities Whore

Necessity is the mother of invention and pain necessities whore,

free for all ambitious dreamers and futile laborers.

Pains gift is her price and her payment, punishment and motivation.

Your redemption is in your endurance, and endurance it’s own reward;

and if doubly blessed a timely invention.

W. H. Dietrich

The Life and Times of a Moon

Since heralding creations new day,

the moon has resided over the great flood

and listened to the poems of David and his lyre.

He beamed brightly over Bethlehem and wept in the garden.

He has delighted with countless lovers

and lingered long after the sun turned its face from the Twin Towers.

He has echoed the howls of a thousand  hounds.

Now as Earth holds its breath,

he is silent at the end.

The Life and Times of a Moon

W. H. Dietrich

Learning

What I want to do least, is what I need to do most.

It is in the doing that we learn how to do it.

Forlorn

I would say,the worst days of my life have been those that necessitated my poetry.

Dare

Stand in contempt of societies court

Be true to yourself and all you report

Step out from behind the paper facade

Rise above clouds of pretentious charade

Tho’ just a small voice in the chorus of song

Sing out loudly, fully and strong

Embrace now the gift only you may possess

The design only you, are meant to express

Your unique contribution enriches the whole

Don’t leave with your music still trapped in your soul

W.H.Dietrich

Map Of Colors

I don’t recall how I entered your land.
I stole away with a few other travelers. We met at the gate.
I had no visa only a map made up of colors I can not name.
Your people are kind. You call me by name. I sense that I know you.
If I show my heart will you love me then?
Or will it crack the persona you’ve some how come to love.
If I give you a sisterly kiss or a brothers embrace, will you feel betrayed when I leave this place? I had no map when I started out. It was handed to me along the way.

When I arrived, you offered a bed of feather pillows and artifacts and food to give me rest.
I am restless and hungry.
We will not be here tomorrow.
I am not leaving you. I will carry you in my arms.
We will not be here tomorrow. I will carry you high on my shoulders like a proud father.
We will not be here tomorrow though you refuse to show me the door or give me directions home.
Home where my woman waits with her charges in her safety.
And I did not leave her either.
I couldn’t expect her to hitch hike with me, these thousands of miles only to make this inquiry.
If I give you a sisterly kiss or a brothers embrace, would you feel betrayed when I leave this place.

W. H. Dietrich
2/14/2010

Audible Utterance

Once, I wrote songs and poetry.

I painted with colors and danced, before life got in the way.

Now, I stare a lot and mumble; on occasion an audible utterance.