Monthly Archives: March 2014

Feasting on Breadcrumbs

nutsonbench

She leaves him breadcrumbs,
He makes a feast of it.
She pays him lip service,
He hears her singing his praises.
She barely casts him a glance,
He feels lavished by her attention.
The bounty of his affections wilts in her hands;
Her skin so thick that Cupid’s arrows unable to find their mark.
Why then can he not be released from his dream-walk?
Surely, his is not the only heart that is destined to break.

© photo and words by Pamela Ferris-Olson

March 27, 2014

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Seeking Safe Harbor

tallshipsails

Before the storm there is a yawning calm
With experience the signs are plain as daylight
With wisdom it is time to make preparations
To stand against the onslaught
Though the clouds gather and a chill clutches the air,
There are those who chose to fiddle about seemly unconcerned
Their philosophy, just as sure as the squall comes
It will go,
Acceptance there is nothing to be done
Their fate to be blown about in the wind, to land where ever they are tossed;
But I prefer to seek your counsel
Discover how I may navigate to the leeward side
And await the coming of fair weather.
© photo and words by Pamela Ferris-Olson

March 26, 2014

Buddy, Can You Lend a Hand?

kayakondock2

A buddy system, such a life saver,
No one should ever have to go it alone;

Weather, fair or stormy,
Someone’s there to lend a hand.

Independence isn’t all it’s cracked up to be;
Interdependence, is more amenable for living.

Their torches flickering in the freshly mown grass;
The fireflies dance for both friend and foe.

© photo and words by Pamela Ferris-Olson

March 24, 2014

Talk is Too Cheap

phonebooth

Talk has lost its value
It can be had any time
Anywhere —
In the subway
On the street
In an elevator—
People talk everywhere—
In public restroom stalls
In their cars
In produce aisles between the onions and potatoes—
They even text, small talk—
Across the table from their dates
In movie theaters, and
During wedding ceremonies.
Before cell phones people knew the real value of talk
It was available in limited places;
Time slowed down waiting for a call
Time sped up rushing home to be there when it finally came.
So much joy when it was received
So maddening when it was missed
Even more maddening when someone else was using the phone
Or left the extension off the hook
‘Cause no call could come in,
But when it did such joy.
You’d retreat to a closet for private talk
Hopeful no one would pick up the extension
Listen in;
Those were the days when talk was valued.
Not today,
Talk is cheap.

© photo and words by Pamela Ferris-Olson

March 23, 2014

The Artful Romeo

sharkgirl

Sensing her vulnerability
Romeo offers his affection—
Affirmation for her discontented soul—
She has value
At least to him.
Once she is close enough,
Has fallen hard down the rabbit hole,
She’ll waken to his world—
One of her worst nightmares—
A world seemingly without exit.

© photo and words by Pamela Ferris-Olson

March 22, 2014

A Scent of Spring

buddah

Though the crop land still lies fallow
With a crunchy crust spread across its surface,
The family pet contentedly rests on a blanket of sunbeams
Her nose twitches as she searches for a scent of rabbit
Hidden in the daffodils,
Her feet abruptly animate;
The chase is on.

© photo and words by Pamela Ferris-Olson

March 20, 2014