Dark Thinking


Dark Thinking

©2014 Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved


“You’ll always be my little girl.”


What did that mean?


Memories still tumble down

That rocky hill of childhood;

Strange things . . . scary things

Deep dark and screamy things


. . . thought the little girl.


Rock, rock . . . thump and bump

Three kids sat all in a row;

The sofa became their “carni” ride

They rocked and rolled and screamed!


Back and forth with such hefty force

They drove holes into the wall.

Memories haunt the little girl

Even though she’s now grown old.


“You’ll always be my little girl.”?

There were no hugs or comforting words;

Those came from Gramma’s arms and heart

Not this mommy dear.


Can’t fathom those dark blurbs from the past

What did they all mean?

The thumps and rocking so hard?

All part of the ugly scene?


Just childish images of a bogeyman,

A phantom father’s brutalities?

Can’t open that door . . . and what’s more . . .

The little girl doesn’t want to!


Rain and Sunshine

© Jeanne E Webster

I cried to you last night, Lord,
When I awoke with a fright
You sang to me a dulcet chord
And my fears anon took flight.

My spirit aroused with adoration
Your greatness sustained me, Lord
To fight battles of every occasion
Your might is my spirit’s sword.

You’re the joy of lithesome birds
Playfully pecking at bugs and seed
Gracefully into the air they herd
Oh, to follow them in secrecy.

The field is rife with weeds and clover
Plump honey bees fill their pockets
Sprinkling golden succor all over
Showing off their shiny lockets.

Storms overnight ravaged the view:
Marinated soil flaunts bubbly pools
Broken tree limbs, bird’s nests askew
Aborted feathered life slumped like ghouls

Split corn spikes, hacked tomato lumps
Bashful strawberries hidden from me
Brussel sprouts showed nary a bump,
Torn fans of elephant-eared broccoli.

Yet morning glories garnished with hearts
Stretched their ropes into the skies
Clinging, twisting in fits and starts
Formed a glorious, colorful sunrise.

Orange daylilies stretched out like fingers
The hibiscus displayed her dinner plates
Hummingbirds dined well as they lingered
Bleeding hearts thrust tiny orbed bait.

Rabbits have produced such a nice crop
Tiny fur balls hopping here and there
Moles and voles dine heartily; please stop!
My lovely green lawn is suddenly bare.

The arborvitae finally gave up the ghost
All dried up, painting a brown frown
The black pines appear as if in a roast
Beetle parasite time brought them down.

Home-made suet I hung on the pine tree
“Mrrupp,” says the red-bellied woodpecker,
Gorging on peanuts, he’s a real cutie
Also the hairy and downy woodpeckers.

Yellow finches sported vivid coats
Feasting on thistle seed in the feeder
Those darn blackbirds are hoggish blokes
I’ll send them off with my old repeater.

My two spaniels and I walk and admire
So many sights to explore around here
Crayfish chimneys dot the ditches of mire
What do they live on deep down in there?

Thank you for your provisions, Lord,
Natural ambiance offers such beauty
My rake and hoe with time to afford
Await the fruit of my labors and duty.

Dear One, You’ve truly blessed my path,
With one very pleasant enchanted day–
Top of the morning to you and your staff
Help me comfort others that come my way.