A Trinity of Authenticity, Care and Transformation

My Personal Greek Tragedy

Diamonds of Reflection

(Prologue: To My Muse)

I graciously accept
What you are willing to share—
Your honesty, integrity,
Your intelligence, experience,
Your care, attentiveness,
Your smile, graciousness,
Your truthfulness, your beauty.
Gifts, treasures,
I adore.

And I try
To return it—
Through my verse,
A reverence of thought,
A mirror of you.

This is my reply:
Diamonds of reflection—
Focusing your truth,
Your beauty,
Your stories,
In verse,
From my mind’s eye

The following—
A heartfelt response
To your graciousness.

You:
My muse,
A framework of illuminating light,
The prismatic reflection
From your radiant diamond—
Rainbows dance
In my mind
Focusing your truth,
Your truthfulness,
Enhancing your beauty

Creating simple stories
I tell—
Oh, what a spark.

Pay attention—
To your precious diamond
That lit
this
creation—
It is
Precious truth.

That needs to be spoken.
Aloud.

Perfectly Me

If I didn’t try to demonstrate
How perfect I am,
How would you ever know
I’m not?

But,
I’m going to be
Exhausted
Keeping up the
Facade.

My stage
Will eventually
Crumble

Then
I will be
Free
To be
My kind
Of perfect

And
Your opinion—
Free
To be expressed—
Appreciated.

Sunlight and Diamonds

In the Heat of the Day
(Watering the Garden)

The glistening dewdrops
Decorating your upper lip
Sparkling like tiny diamonds
In the bright sun

Brilliant light
Under a deep blue sky
Cloudless, wide, alive

The beaded glistening
Of your arms and legs
As the tiny prisms
Fall into the soil

The smell of freshly
Tilled rich dirt, fertilizer
And new mulch

Your back
Strong and tanned
With streaks of sweat
Streaming down—
Watering the young plants

As you bend over
Plant another seedling
That tiny piece of new life
Receives sustenance
(I hear your stories)

Your hair
Closely coupled
To your head and neck—
The pearls of labor focusing the sun,
Turning your long strands
Bleach blonde

The rabbit comes
For your gifted delicacies
The deer grunts, cautious
That lounging barn cat
With all fours pointing up
Keeping one eye on Mr. Rabbit
(As you’ve told me)

Your hands and feet
Communing with the rich soil
Working deep
Toward completion—
Effort,
Final satisfaction

The first flowers
Not long to wait
The first fruits
Shortly after
Bursting into fullness
As the sun
And your diamond sweat
Continue to nurture

Now covered
From head to toe
In sweat, dirt and
That earthy smell
I love
Of labor deservedly given
The satisfaction
Of exhaustion

The neighbors
Wavering between
Envy and awe
Waiting to share
Your labor’s fruits

All that labor
All that effort
All that focus
All that care
All that love
Turned into dedication
For tiny little
Green leaves

The imprints of your hands
Impressed around their
Delicate shoots

The mulch—
Of intimate care

While I—
In my July Santa Claus beard—
Am a witness
In awe
Of a beautiful diamond
In physical form.

The waves of heat
Washing over me

Meanwhile, still in my rabbit hole…
(Hahaa
If I was in Italy
I’d be dying
To crush grapes
Under my feet—
The visceral exhilaration
Of beginning
To create

The
Best
That
Life
Can
Offer:
Vino.)

“I’m a humble storyteller”
My inspiration?
Life
And a Muse
That brings me
Joy.
And maybe
Poverty,

But,
The
Essence of life
Is worth
Every penny.

Sleep,
Sleep,
Sleep,

My Muse
Tonight
Will bring dreams
Of peace

That I
Will embrace.

I am the
HoneyBeeBard

Always,
In search of
Nectar
Hahaa
Buzzingly
Bizzy

Acts of creation
Labors of love
Capturing
Life’s sweetest offerings
Another flight
Soon to come.
Till next time
A Presto.