Poetic Rhapsody

A Tribute to Del Warren Livingston

Water pools
briefly
among jagged rocks ...

Serene, calm, refreshing.

Suddenly

in
  glorious
      cascade 
           over
                precipice,
   
to unify with that
which has gone before;
a spirited rainbow mist
ascends nigh unto heaven.

Cathy Bollhoefer
copyright Sept2005

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A willow sways in shifting wind,
adapts to life's increasing change;
so not to break, instead to bend,
her limbs extend beyond their range.

Her skirted ribbons ever green,
a willow sways in shifting wind;
the complications yet unseen,
as stronger gusts still try to rend.

Their constant failure will portend
that she cannot be torn apart.
A willow sways in shifting wind
and shares the essence of her heart.

A valued lesson we should heed;
it came from God, a way to fend
as we discover self in need;
a willow sways in tempered wind.

Cathy Bollhoefer
copyright Oct2005

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There's major cleaning to be done,
my upstairs room's neglected.
The windows filth declining sun,
it all must be infected.

Such nasty critters, wild and free;
black spiders spin a curtain,
from wall to wall so I can't see;
the webs are lies, I'm certain.

Through cracks in glass the wind will howl;
yet rays of light assure me
to straighten up, make fair from foul
a step, from drudge, will heal me.

I'll scrape the grime from off the floor,
wall to corner rending;
including stain against the door;
such dirt is so offending.

Tear down the cobwebs, one by one;
a painful, purging project.
This process really is no fun;
those beasties I'll eject!

Of great import is see-through glass
so Sol can fill dark spaces.
I scrub and scour 'til sunbeams pass,
reflecting all my faces.

My job complete, I have survived,
my brain, now clear, elated;
all thoughts of mine remain archived,
I heed ... extimulated!

Cathy Bollhoefer
copyright Oct2005

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In browns, mud greys and ebon hues,
mix reds, purples and varied blues;
my life is splashed with rainbow views
as morn debuts, mourning debuts.

I raise the drape to greet the dawn
and to the window pane I'm drawn.
Near blinded by a jewel-laced lawn;
night shadows gone, the night is gone.

Throughout my day, I laugh and cry;
the laughter lingers, tears will dry.
I'll play and sing and not ask why
are angels winged, do angels fly?

Sometimes I have to deal with stress,
soon I become a total mess.
Then God sends light and I am blessed;
a sweet caress, His sweet caress.

In valley deep or high hilltop,
on level plain I seldom stop.
A roller coaster climb and drop -
I feel the dance, dance lindy hop.

God's gift of hope each day renews,
I won't sit 'round to scoff and pooh.
Prismatic dreams I won't eschew;
it's deja vu, sing deja vu.

Cathy Bollhoefer
copyright Sept2005