by Mary Margaret Carlisle,
Managing Editor

 

Out
Under the
Blue of a Texas sky
There blooms a tree not
Seen by human eye…where coyotes
Roam – red-tailed hawks fly, and I am
Free to let my spirit rise – to think the thoughts
That rarely come – the peace I’ve always sought – and
I hum a song, and words simply flow as they ought.
Peace and song, out under the blue of a Texas sky
He will find me there, beneath the tree
Not seen by human eye
And I will be free
To
Let
My
Sprit
Rise.
 
 

March 9, 2000
Mary Margaret Carlisle

Temptation

One poet wrote that to get the best result
Eve should have goaded Adam
With Devil's Food cake
On a gold-rimmed plate
                              Instead of with fruit from the tree

Take it from me
Chocolate might not work
                              Universally
Had my husband and I
Been the first two alive
Leo would have
                              Willingly departed the Garden
But not for any amount of chocolate

Had Eve offered him a bowl
Of vanilla ice cream with butterscotch topping
He might have descended to the lower realm
Forsaking both knowledge and heaven

A modern case of tempting
Adam a la mode
Hold the
                              Apple pie