Bits of Me in Poetry

“It is done”, God said,
“It’s time to take a rest.”
The angels marveled at the sun and stars,
Jesus liked the Earth the best.

God’s workshop was a jumble,
And Gabriel started to clean.
He found a pile of extra parts,
And caused some kind of scene.

“You know I can’t stand waste, Lord.
“You’ve got to use these bits,”
“Can’t be done,” God told him.
“Nothing left there fits.”

“You’re the Lord!” Said Gabriel,
“Ain’t nothing you can’t do.”
So God jammed the bits together,
And made the platypus and you.

CLA

poem originally posted on David McMahon’s
Author Blog,
May 5th, 2008
Poet: Charlene L. Amsden

One small grain of sand,
labored over and polished,
becomes a pearl.

CLA

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Aloha flower,
Ruby throated Hibiscus,
Sunshine on the vine.

CLA

Photographer: Charlene L. Amsden

Inside the Door

Brass, strings, woodwinds,
Follow the conductor,
Building music note by note.

~***~

Outside the Door

Alone I sit in a pool of light,
Night surrounds me,
A soft wind sighs.

Inside the conductor lifts his baton,
The orchestra plays,
And Trumpet Man blows his horn.

~***~

Listening

Inside music rises and falls,
starts and
stops.
Measures are played,
and played again,
and played again.
Outside the sun sinks pink,
flares and
fades.
My thoughts compose,
lines on paper,
lines on paper.

~***~

Sounds

flutes skip,
trumpets cheer,
trombones stomp,
tubas plod,
tambourines shimmer,
violins hum,
drums bound,
sounds merge
music is made

~* * *~

Audience

Outside the music room,
The geckos and I listen;
Me on a bench,
Them on the ceiling.

CLA

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Adorned in ice, Mount Baker
Stares out to sea
With her head in the clouds.

Photographer: Charlene L. Amsden

CLA

photograph originally posted on
Just Another Day in … Paradise?,
January 7th, 2008
Photographer: Charlene L. Amsden

As twilight approaches
the sun drops to the horizon
and sizzles.

CLA

photograph originally posted on
Oahu Dreams,
January 11th, 2008
Photographer: Charlene L. Amsden

Fabric, thread, pins and needles
– pins and needles –
I’ll never finish by Christmas!

CLA

Trumpet man
blows his horn so sweetly
that the sea rolls in to listen
and even the moon yearns to touch him.

CLA

photograph originally posted on
O’Ceallaigh & The Quill,
July 30th, 2007
Photographer: Charlene L. Amsden

Trumpet Man, blow your horn;
music fashioned of breath and brass,
a lullaby for the setting sun.

CLA

photograph originally posted on
O’Ceallaigh & The Quill,
July 9th, 2007
Photographer: Charlene L. Amsden