Merriment

  This season brings on a sense of renewal and joyfulness!

I'd be honored to share some of my random thoughts about it, ranging from the sublime to the silly, from the thoughtful to the titillating. Though perhaps not all my offerings express merriment in its traditional sense, they do fit into mine, because I feel that balance and ballast are essential to true joy and merriment. It takes a palette of things and stimuli. So - come along!

The year

Escapes by quarters.

The months

Go racing by.

The weeks - the days - the moments

Flee freely.

Where was I?

When did the calendar dwindle?

How did it get so late?

I started only yesterday

To live, to seek my fate.

If time exists, it's circular.

How else is this explained?

The flow of life

Includes its ebb.

The sum must be

Ordained!

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Islands in the tropics

Hope becomes

Chasing winter’s cold away,

Dispelling fear

Compelling cheer

In rainbows of the mind,

Converting tears to joy

And years 

To moments of eternity.

With mental rainbows

Converting tears

To showers

Of ecstasy.

------© Nellieanna H. Hay

Two - four - and three.

What is it all to me?

Circle? None.

How grave is gravity,

And yet

Undone.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Color me pink

And let me go

To soar,

To fly,

To float

To flow

On winged feet

I run,

I thrust,

I jet

And pirouette

On peaks of ecstasy.

In letting go, life rushes in

Arousing,

Stirring,

Moving,

Leaping

Out of dreary bonds

And into benign,

Being whole,

Being one

With you.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Let's run away

From Interstates and

Shopping malls

And Boards of Education;

Let's slip into the quiet

World of woods,

Where we'll need to pause

For eyes inured by neon

To soften to its sunlight ~

      ~ Filtered through,

Reflected in a shaded stream,

An intimate haze of dampened light and shadow

Playing upon its grassy shore.

The sounds, whispers of the life within

The fragrance of the towering trees

And mosses creeping on the forest floor

Tease noses, too desensitized by garish smells,

                    Now thrill

         To fragile mist, touched gently

   By sun and breeze and green.

                    Now free

          To softness of air, earth, sun

And love.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Too diffused,

Light is

Almost

Darkness.

Focused,

It's a laser beam.

The light

Must know

Its path.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

The crystal form

Of words and rhyme

Give glimmer

To the feel of real.

A poem, to be

In crystal form, -

      To me, -

Unnecessary now,

But more inherent.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

How still

The rush of wisdom

As it moves.

How imperceptible

Until

Its fruit is ripe!

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

A crystal

Fairy Cross

Proves something!

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

PS. I have just visited a new hub by my friend gr82bme - about Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire. She includes a video of Ginger dancing the salsa - at 92 - which will blow your socks off if you watch the entire thing. Thank you, my friend!  I just have to add a link to that hub here: