The Lost Dogs of the Desert Rescue: Homeless Dogs and Homeless people

The Lost Dogs of the Desert Rescue: Homeless Dogs and Homeless people: We went on a routing trip to the market last night and outside sitting on the pavement was an old man and his dog. Not an unusual site excep...

Running

Running

Why

are you running so quickly through life?

Climbing every mountain—

Fording every stream—

Looking for every opportunity,

Chasing every dream.

Disconnected from passion

You hurl people like obstacles

And look to the safe side of life

In your self-serving world.

Breathless from perpetual motion

Like a mouse on a wheel

You scurry after every promotion

Always looking for a better deal.

Relationships are kept distant—

Convenient and superficial,

Heartfelt emotion is nonexistent

In the world you’ve shaped.

But,

life is much more than running,

And chasing every dream

One day you’ll wake up—

To realize all is not as it seems.

So before the sand in the hourglass

Slips from your being,

Slow down and look at

Life’s deeper meaning.

Copyright2012©Carla Iacovetti

The River

The River

Bouncing over rocks,

The river moves in rhythm

Pushing obstacles out of the way,

While remnants float at the sidelines.

Silent, these bruised artifacts slowly drift—

Downward they go, lost and alone

Forever roaming far away from home,

As memory fades to black.

The river does not apologize

Nor make exceptions, but

Runs its course, rushing as

If it is ruled by time,

And ever-increasing rapids ensure

The impending drop—

As whitewater gurgle

Bends us through life.

Copyright2012©CIacovetti

Memories

...and there are those whose memory
Will never fade with the ripples of time,
For such love cannot be measured
By imposed dimensions or limitations.
Love should be celebrated. Affections are not easily dismissed
And the exchange of mutual passion
Only gives way more intently with time,
For even in separation
The longing continues for more time well spent.

Copyright 2010© Ccovetti

 

Wondering

Silent, the twisted branches receive
Heaven's cloudburst streaming down,
With every critter suddenly gone
I sip tea in this ghost town.

Wondering when this rain will stop—
My eyes half-blurred from years of pain
Looking outside this coffee shop,
A fresh brew from life’s murky stain.

Wash away this perspective
O how I pray!
Changing my once defective
Heart, as light moves gray away.

Copyright2010©CI

Caught

Caught

between two worlds

my emotions frayed –

while my heart says, “yes”

my head says, “no,”

and the others preach

wearing platform shoes

in loud display, as their

confused tongues babble

secrets.

Copyright2010©CI

Afterloon Delight

In a soliloquy of falsetto cries, you glide
across secluded waters, recluse by nature,
almost primitive with black and white
markings and dagger-like beak – uncommon.

Loquacious after the silence of winter
has passed, wailing, yodeling even
into the night between dives, I observe
by moonlight distinctive style.

Graceful and awkward one in the same;
your elegance limited to water,
while vulnerable on land;
O, what striking beauty – unique.

Red glares surrounded by shiny black
feathers, almost blue; mesmerized
from morning to afterloon delight
in dramatic entrance, I ponder.

New England native, you remain
mysterious, alluring; the call
of the wild lurking on ponds
surrounded by trees green – uninterrupted.

Copyright ©2010 CI