God's Parking Lot

pandora

the old black garbage bag
moved speedily through the parking lot
seems to take on a life of it's own

rolling on the wind
it's path unknown except for the one watching

projecting the movement
anticipating it's end
not random at all and never against the wind

Godfather.

I swear I was that bag at one point in my life.
XLNT Pandi.

Godfather.

pandora

Godfather. wrote:

I swear I was that bag at one point in my life.
XLNT Pandi.

Godfather.

thanks Godfather

pandora

parking lot pigeons

walk like a chicken...

bobbing heads!

fly together
park it in a space all their own

bobbing heads!

walk like a chicken ...

iridescent necks shimmer
blues purples reds
shiny in the noonday sun

bobbing heads!

walk like a chicken ...

fly and flock together
follow the leader friend or foe

heads a bobbin!

walk like a chicken ...

ever wonder why?
I did...

just to see around
trust to be around

pandora

Little oak tree standing tall, asphalt all around.
Hold tight to last season's leaves, crinkled dried and brown.

Providing some shade in our winters dead,
soon will come spring, then they will shed.

For now they rustle, make shadows dance
and I can see your nest with a little chance ...

the breeze keeps tune, add a daytime moon.

Now sing my Robin, sing beneath ...
while I enjoy this from my ringside seat.

pandora

Eddie's voice filled the car, then floated out the window...
up up up
I leaned back to gaze out the sunroof into the very blue cloudless sky
cloudless

very blue sky, blue like the ocean, both reflecting each other
not an island in the ocean, not a cloud in the sky

Eddie's voice filled the car, reflecting God...
reflecting God.

pandora

The car pulls in fast ... anger in the turn
his turn
always so angry.

Lady leaves the car first, arms folded
lovely, young, sad, betrayed.
Arms folded to hold in the tears
build a wall, a strong wall ...
betrayal.

Young man leaves the car,
head down, shuffles slowly
building the gap, growing the gap
fooling himself ...
letting her go...
betrayal.

God can you show him the way

young man hurries his pace
now running
makes it to the door first, opens it for his lady
his lady
open the door of love
shut the door on betrayal...
never to open again.

pandora

Mates for Life ... our winged friends,
a lesson we can take.
So sad to see only one
but
Sing for love
Sing through loss
Rejoice in God's Plan of Life

pandora

The very elderly man jogged a circle around my car
small steps of determination

As he came past our eyes would meet
each time with his wink

I smiled
He smiled

He wore a blue fisherman's hat
covered in buttons
His life on his hat
tall stories big catches
and those that got away

I imagined his life of small determined steps
and how now with each pass I was apart of it
The very elderly man jogged around my thoughts
for the day and still

Determined we are ...

God's Plan

pandora

The small child grabs the hand of Mommy
hand in hand
they scurry together against the powerful wind

Little hand buried warmly within stronger wiser hand...
trusting.

Mommy...
protector, nurturer, confidant, role model, teacher,
comforter,

Love.

Creator ...

DinghyDog

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pandora

DinghyDog wrote:

I am enjoying these poems. Are they really all just observations from a parking lot?

yes they are ... glad you like them DinghyDog

I have been in reflection lately, observing and connecting the dots

they seem to be spelling out GOD a lot lately


Hugs to you ...

Chip McFlennigan

I think God wants us to turn the Middle East into a big parkin' lot, in the name a' Jezis Christ!

pandora

Chip McFlennigan wrote:

I think God wants us to turn the Middle East into a big parkin' lot, in the name a' Jezis Christ!

Oh my oh no!

God wants us to love each other unconditionally

Hey while you are here I like your poetry most especially 'Dust'
and I am also a believer in quiet lovely...

it's the only way to hear God in my head

pandora

Sitting close in the car
old tunes change the day
take me back
making his tears all the more mine

Struggling to stay the adult
have an answer
the song continues and my heart breaks
just like when I was young
just like he's young

It matters not the words
I know they can't fix
I remember they don't fix
Matters not the love
I know it's not felt
I remember it can't be felt

I hold his sobs in my arms
'everything will be ok'
weak words
I remember
everything will not be ok

He walks away
his once strong frame so thin
his step once light
drags on
Oh I remember
when each move was an effort

Alone now sitting in the car
blackness all around
quiet

please help
I can be the miracle
take me


Next song up ...

DinghyDog

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pandora

DinghyDog wrote:

pandora wrote:

DinghyDog wrote:

I am enjoying these poems. Are they really all just observations from a parking lot?

yes they are ... glad you like them DinghyDog

I have been in reflection lately, observing and connecting the dots

they seem to be spelling out GOD a lot lately


Hugs to you ...

What you're doing reminds me of an experience I had in my early twenties. I was living in Melbourne and it was COLD and I was walking into the wind, so I had my head down, the bottom half of my face was tucked into my jacket and my hands were in my pocket. While I was walking I heard the distinctive sound of a camera taking a photo. I looked up in time to see a lady in the passenger seat of a parked car quickly lowering her camera out of view and pretending she didn't just take a picture of me. She had a little boy in the back seat. She must have just been sitting there waiting for her husband to come out of some store and decided this ordinary scene was something worth taking a photo of. Just like you are taking photos with your words.

you were art in the making!

I learn a lot interpreting others.
Spiritual creativity tells me it is not random this coming together and choosing
to learn... it is as fixed as a fast forward video of a street filled with people...
their paths intersecting.

pandora

A young black girl skips from the the gas station store,
trying to catch up to her big brother.
Pretty pink bows carefully placed in her hair match her pink high top tennies.

I think ...
pretty in pink head to toe.

She stops in front of my car to unwrap her candy.
Her pure white sweater contrasts her beautiful brown skin,
small hands delicately remove the candy which she quickly pops in her mouth!

Her dark eyes raise to meet my green,
I smile ...
she smiles ...
then adds an instinctive shy wave for me and skips on.

Alone, quiet in the car, I replay what I've seen ...

knowing how precious it is.

BhagavadGita

If this is God's parking lot..you my love have 'rock star parking.'

This was nice. Flowing...especially the vision of Eddie's voice floating into the blue.

Thanks. Your thoughts are always so soft and compassionate.

pandora

BhagavadGita wrote:

If this is God's parking lot..you my love have 'rock star parking.'

This was nice. Flowing...especially the vision of Eddie's voice floating into the blue.

Thanks. Your thoughts are always so soft and compassionate.

Oh thank you for your kind words, BhagavadGita
they mean much to me ... you are someone I greatly admire ...
I enjoy your thoughts, look forward to reading and can really feel your heart!
Thank you for that!

pandora

And in the music

do I want to stay mad at you?
can I face the truth?

to have someone in your arms
in your soul
so apart of you

then lose them to this morbidity
unable to stop the inevitable

the shocking reality of what is
of what was always
of what was never enough or always too much

a talented beautiful young life touched us
then selfishly left us
leaving us wanting more or not at all

leaving us painfully without

painfully wondering
what if

painfully knowing their regret

as our love plays eternally for them
in our aching hearts


and in the music