All the way from Flint, Michigan Pam Padilla once again croons these smooth and gentle sounds. The Monkey – he grins behind his vintage 1930 Ray Ban glasses. He loves her style.
CONTRAST
They saw for the first time
the beauty of a rainbow.
They asked all the little kid
questions, how – what – why?
I told of legends
and of magic.
To them with gazes
transfixed to the heavens,
my answer was enough.
As we looked
at this mystical arch,
the prism of colors,
I thought deeper of
our magnificent friend.
Of darkness and light,
of stormy skies and
brilliant sun.
How even once in a while
they work side by side,
removing differences
they see in each other,
defying the fact of
how opposite they are.
How in doing so,
they unknowingly create
such a rare and exquisite
beauty of contrast.
Up Close Distance
Sometimes I can feel you
reach through the years,
across the miles
your hands, your heart
stretching, feeling, grasping
for me.
Sometimes you touch
me, pulling me within
your invisible hold,
making me remember, urging me
to imagine
what could have been.
Sometimes I resist
the years and miles
are so distant now.
You, unheard and unseen
for so very long are not more
than my pleasant yet unpleasant
past.
Sometimes I allow the dream
the feeling to play out its role.
You’re holding me again
I am letting you. Your arms
quiver as they embrace, your
eyes search deep
into mine, wondering
am I real in your delicate hold
or just a distant dream.
Middle of the Night
I hear the crickets
while I write.
Tonight is different,
as I look out, a perfect
half moon’s presence
is with me.
I even take the time
to look at this yellow
half circle and it
gives me hope-
for what I do not know
but I feel it all the same.
I hangs there steady
and lets me wonder,
lets me daydream at night
of my life, my now
my future, my past.
Wish though
that it could give
answers to all
the questions which
this perfect half moon
has brought to mind.