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SLICES OF MY LIFE

In a journal on my table
Beside my favorite pen
You will find revealing verses
Where only lines had been

I’ve filled the pages with the muse
That touches deep inside
And you can read what’s written there
When the book is opened wide

There is verse about my children
And some about my mate
There are even odes about my pets
And one about my weight

There are lines about my garden
And butterflies and birds
Deep rhymes about life’s symphony
In most expressive words

There’s muse about the sun and rain
And also winter’s snow
A poem about a rainbow’s arch
With its translucent glow

A sequined sky and harvest moon
That makes the heavens shine
And one about our U.S. flag . . .
All, from this heart of mine

God’s blessings fill some pages
And this is not a whim
For I would not be writing now
Without this gift from Him

This well-worn journal lying here
Fulfills a pleasant role
Recording slices from my life
From my heart and soul

10/24/01 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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BUTTERFLIES AND LILACS
(And Whispers On The Breeze)

Sorry I missed you today.
I waited for your return,
thinking it might be any moment.
I was there to tell you how sorry
I am that I allowed so much time
to pass between visits. I came
to tell you how much I love you,
and that I need you in my life.

I sat on your porch swing, where
we shared our laughter in days
gone by. It was quiet there,
and I thought I could hear
our voices from way back then.
I allowed my thoughts to drift,
as I was carried away in memory;
the heady scent of lilacs drugging
my contact with the present.

Perhaps I even dozed, awaking
when I heard you call my name.
I turned, but you were not there.
A butterfly hovered in front of my face,
as if it had something to tell me,
then turned and flew away,
as I heard your voice whisper,
“Goodbye, old friend”.

I learned later,
that you had passed away
that afternoon. A time that I was
wrapped in remembrance of you.
A time of lilac scent, butterflies,
and whispers on the breeze.

Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck – 8/27/03

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SIGHTS AND SOUNDS OF NATURE

The sights and sounds of nature
are sweet this time of year.
Scarlet, gold, and saffron tones
announce a change in seasons.
Winging geese form chevron patterns
in a blue enamel sky,
honking their goodby song,
until spring bursts forth next year.
Crickets find their way inside
and settle near my hearth.
They’ll pester us with strident songs
when winter snow is high.
The pungent smell of burning leaves
lends credence to the scene,
as curls of blue smoke fill the air,
and scent the autumn months.
Sluggish bees cling where they can,
cleaning their tired wings.
No longer prone to use their sting,
they’ll exist on succulent
amber drops of hive-honey.
Daddy-longlegs cluster-up
in tangles, for warmth.
Abundant in crevices of doors
and windows, they look like discarded
wads of black sewing threads.
Slow-motion is the essence
of this time of languor,
once again cloaking the land
in colorful autumn robes.
God’s glorious gift of nature.

6/6/95 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

6’th … Indiana NPD 1995

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A Blanket of silken thread

HOSPITALITY

“I’m looking for a place to rest,”
Said the fly to Mrs. Spider,
As he lit and sat beside her.

. . .

“Oh, weary fly, please be my guest.”
“I’ll make for you a comfy bed,
And blanket you in silken thread.”

9/8/94 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

3’rd … Arkansas NPD 1997

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sunflower

SUNFLOWER SURPRISE

I really didn’t want you there
You weren’t even sown
From a little seed the birds missed
You sprouted on your own

You offered up a nice buffet
For little chickadees
To lemon-yellow finches
And butterflies and bees

Then you gave me summer beauty
With your huge yellow crown
And shared your many visitors
Until your leaves turned brown

9/10/89 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

5’th … Indiana NPD 1991

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paybacks

EVERYTHING HAS ITS TURN

Listen to this lesson, and learn,
That everything has its own turn . . .
Up my pant leg flew a bee,
My wife laughed with great glee,
Until a grasshopper crawled up hern.

10/15/05 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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Shoot and affect

HAIKU

Felled with injured wing

       dove lies beneath my shade tree

              lad with b.b. gun

3/14/90 Phyllis VanVleck

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