In the Moment

watching her

caught in the moment

oblivious

a transforming smile

rising up from the

depths of her soul

bubbling over

real joy gurgling from

a deep well

spring of living water

laughter, refreshing and pure

flowing freely

covering those around her

caught in the moment

of watching her

share her joy

in the moment

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His Dry Wit

elastic wit

pulled to the fringe

dry twisting elemental humor

labor of pleasure

doubles the fun

dissolves the gloom

cancels the harsh

sounds of too much serious

I was thinking of my hubby when I wrote this. His dry wit first drew me to him. Not everyone gets his humor, but no one makes me laugh like he does. When I need it most.

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The Hurricane

The eerie sound of laughter rang across the landscape, incongruent amidst the ruin and devastation. Marie stopped and listened to the hideous noise of joy. The futility of struggling to survive pressed against her heart. The storm that raged only days ago had taken her last morsel of hope.

She pushed aside a two-by-four, torn from its structure and roughened by the wind's fierce onslaught. Beneath a sludge-encrusted sheet, she found the box, still taped shut. A score of memories flooded her soul, yanking at her spirit, refusing to allow her slow descent into despair.

Her mind rewound the day she stuffed all of Sadie's toys into the packing crate and sealed it with a kiss. So much anticipation. One more day. Just one. And they would have been on the road to a new home and a new life.

She yanked the tape from the box and tossed toys on the still wet ground. At the bottom, she found Sadie’s teddy bear. Gulping back her tears, she pushed it against her chest--a vain attempt to keep her heart from leaving her, never to return. For although she had lost Sadie to the storm, she refused to lose her memory.

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Unbalanced

One foot here, the other there

Ups and downs of need, speed, greed

Centered over the pointed base of desire

Careful voices call, don’t run too far, too fast to the end of the beam

Desire nudges the counterweight of reason to the edge

Daring to peer into the nothingness void beyond

Trampling on seasoned knowledge, on sound judgments

Morsels of life gathered by wiser, older, been-there, done-thats

Niggling doubt of well-intentioned intentions looks over shoulder of caution

Rejection of discretion fueled by self-indulgence in consuming I wants

Grasp the impossible, push past the sensible, grab the brass ring with outstretched fingers

Impetuous extension, tilting the fragile balance

Merciless slide to the other side

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Certainty of Change

Plum(b) lines drift off center,

little by little, creating changes in the level

with slight variations from normalcy

Joy, fine stitches in quality garments

gathering family, faith and friends

like expected blessings in a rich life

Loss, a course pattern of thick, bright

yarn woven into the texture of existence

like aberrations in bulky sweaters

Pain, a shovel that digs deep into the

meaning of survival until it hits a root

like a hard stop in an endless progression of days

Hope, words written in the wind
with bold letters, expressing anticipation
of joy, loss, and pain in the certainty of change

(c) Denise Moncrief 2012

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Design For the Future

The blueprint of the future

  is the pattern of the past

Demolish the weary and worn

  constant reminder

  of what once was

  vibrant and fresh

Transform the tattered and torn

  old promise into

  a new resolution

  clean and whole

Recognize the past as the

  original design for the future

(c) Denise Moncrief 2011

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The Gift

 

Mommy, what did Santa bring me?

Mommy, give it to me now.

Three special gifts I gave her

Wrapped with tissue, box, and bow

Trappings torn and tattered

Tossed upon the floor as if my hard work didn’t matter

From the box she pulled

Happiness and turned it side to side

Good health received a fleeting glance

Before she found her fulfilled life

Enhanced with family, faith and friends

Her cherub face dissolved in tears of disappointment.

Where is my fame and fortune?

Instant gratification?

The triple pack of self-centeredness

Selfishness and self-absorption

My heart was torn between two inclinations

To give my baby what she wants or what she really needs

After looking back on thirty years

I turn my face towards today

My daughter with her children

As she tells them what my mother told me

Dear children, these are the gifts that

Bring more than fleeting pleasure

These fundamental things bring peace, joy, and satisfaction


(c) Denise Moncrief 2011


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