Roll up the bottom of your jeans and grab a fishing pole. We are heading down to the dock to experience an “authentic” day.

Our minds are stratified. Year after year, layer after layer, colorful images collect and petrify in our being. These living monuments are who we are.

Unsung heroes of this day
Tirelessly hold up children
Searching for daily bread
Holding them next to God
Weeping for Mercy’s face
To rain down on dry nations
Parched and barren waste

In the belly of a night’s song
The hotel began its gnawing
Empty chambers, hunger pangs
Wallpaper screams and calling

Anxiety pitched on a distant hill
The lurking of the discontented

Apple Cider River view
Autumn colors askew
Lamplight reflections
Painted on still water
Magenta rippling on
Green folds in a song
Rhythm of grey bliss
Gold leaf shimmering

Answers are like rainbows
They arrive into our storms
With hints of fruit flavors
To precipitate and warm
Stained window fragments
Joined in a pastoral scene
Like Creation’s lighthouse

Rain melts autumn’s colors
Golden flames drizzling on
An orange harvest of leaves
Wading into brown streams
Gently pooling over emerald
Reflections of earth’s garden

I put my feelings in the ice box
Next to my left over Pepto - Bismol
I’m expecting them to chill out
My therapist said this was great
Because it will be a cold day in Hell

I have a profound secret to tell
It’s written where my eyes dwell
Fire burning deep inside my being
Blazing eyes and what I’m seeing
Poetic justice living in my heart

Shadows leap from the light
Dancing figures of our sight

Walking straight into a day
Tethered to humanity’s clay

Sculpted minds of mystery
Chosen children of history

The President’s suite
An oval office of peace
Commander and Chief

©Kathy Paysen 2009

Time is a treasure
Unemployment yields treasure
Need the treasure map

©Kathy Paysen 2009

When we see with our hearts
We perform with compassion
When we hear with our hearts
We are one step ahead of strife
When we taste with our hearts
We accept that life is bittersweet

I’ll take a rainbow shower
To bedazzle me new fro
With 70 pounds of Skittles
This will be quite a show

Lather with the red ones
Condition with the green
Pop purple under me pits

Soft pastels brush on Tibet’s peaks
Like the petals of blushing cheeks
Blossoming into a glowing sunrise
Surrendering to the blue shadows
Bursting over the Earth’s horizon