You relinquish your beauty when you allow others to decide what is beautiful about you.

I woke up kinda early this morning,
the sun peeking through my windows,
so happy and bright,
I'm always so grateful to see that lovely little morning light

I'm just not feeling that tired,
that's OK,
I SHOULD get up,
so I shuffle around,
as I'm really fatigued,
even though I'm not feeling that tired.
I crawl in and out of bed like 6 or 7 times,
too cold, too cold,
trying!!!

I don't want to cook anything,
nope
I want to go to the store,
get something to eat,
and drink
cuz see I don't even want to make it,
not even coffee.... ahhhh the smell

I'm not a lazy chef,
or person at all,
I would normally cook for myself,
and EVERYONE else too,

So I do,
I walk one block,
to the store,
about,
but it's really cold,
so I'm more than shuffling!

Let's do this thing,
as I walk to the store I say in my head.

And thinking how I passed a few people smiling with my hands tucked in my wool jacket.
Brrrrrrr ...
Once inside and shaking off the cold,
I head to the coffee bar emmmm.
I get myself a coffee,
I add a little cream,
a tiny sprinkle of sugar,
they have the good kind here,
and it's pretty cheap too,
so worthwhile,
because the coffee is really good.

I look over and I see the cutest
two elderly people,
I've ever seen,
he has a walker and,
he's really about five feet two,
she's probably a little shorter than that.

Talk about return to innocence,
I love old people!
It won't be too long before I call myself truly old!
He looks at me as if not sure,
whether he should smile until,
I do a nice bright one,
I say good morning!
I don't know this man,
but he says good morning to me,
so cheerfully,
and his wife starts talking,
and I say yes it's so cold,
freezing out there ain't it?
Yut replied,
But it sure is good for your health,
and everything a great way to start the day, get out and do it!

Yeah right,
I'da been dead a long time ago if I didn't! she says,
The little man has some money,
all laid out and I reach,
for the cream and his wife say,
watch your money,
curiously,

And I say oh don't worry I won't take it on ya!
She says oh no I believe you I believe you!
It must be a Vermont thang!
The little old man says,
I'm going to buy your coffee!!!

I am just floored,
I don't look like I need free coffee do I?
and I tell him I have plenty of money sir,

Really maybe there's someone who needs it more here?
But he insists and paid for my coffee,
we didn't speak another word except when I said thank you so very kindly,. and I told him,
that I would pay it forward,
when things are dismal and dark,
when you can't see even the tiniest Spark maybe look for it in the kindness of strangers.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

I looked about my windowsill,
and there a lovely whippoorwill,
stood and sang a lovely tune,
about my birthday coming June,

Out in the middle of a real nowhere,
where the light is gently falling,
dark come soon as night comes in,
as birds so sweetly calling,

Mosquitoes bite in summer time,
this place can be quite hot,
but staying in would be a crime,
while getting out is not,

For now the lovely whippoorwill,
who sings the lonesome way,
amidst the frozen earthly loam,
and branches in decay,

I sit alone to hear that song,
the whippoorwill, my heart,
take me back to yesterday,
I rise again to start,

Just like a cancer born in June,
the whippoorwill he loves the Moon
He calls her from a lovely perch,
a tall and sturdy silver birch,

I hope to hear him once come Spring
on his flight his love he bring,
so many songs he knows to sing,
on whippoorwill and tiny wing,
a sweet and soulful little thing,

I close my eyes as I applaud,
his lovely voice entrances me,
& in his voice I'm truly awed,
staring not a choice I see,

Endangered in this place I love,
the whippoorwill, a dearest bird,

Please do your part to save the Earth,
I hope his lovely voice is heard.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

I don't think you can stop me,
but I'd like to see you give a try,
before I'm done my baby,
you'll be the one to kneel down and cry,
I'll be the one who's walking away,
& you'll be the one who's left with goodbye.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

I could use some hugs,
and I could use some love,
a friend to call an ally
who just laces up a glove,

Don't worry 'bout it friend,
cuz I have got your six,
I'll rescue you tonight,
& get ya out of any fix,

I gladly guard your corner,
an I'll beat down any foe,
I show you what a friend is,
when I'm done you oughta know,

You know that I am loyal,
my homie,
I got you,
I'm the truest friend,
that they will ever hafta rue,

Just try to get right past me,
I'm already wearing armor,
or if a lovely foe,
I will be the sweetest charmer,

I know you're pretty tough,
like nails or so they say,
just like dear old Dad,
yeah you're like him in that way,

I will be your friend,
no matter come what may,

Just know you're not alone,
in the darkness of the day.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

Cross the distance
Close the gap,
Make a stride traverse a
Infinite chasm.
Every pale replacement
Is a soft lie
Whispered inward
At a truth, a need
To accept that
The otherside has faded to myth;
Fallen to shadow.

Having recall
Of the way oasis feels
With certainty, the grass is greener
Back in the place
Filled with emerald eyes
White teeth smiles,
Skin like guilded earth.
These
Recollections
Made me certain I was touching eternity
When the waves brushed my skin.
There is wordlessness in this knowledge
A sublimity, a divine loneliness
Knowing the expanse that
Divides lands,
Stretching beyond sight, perception, and physicality
Feels like nothing
In the distance between us.

I want to
Take you
Into
My bed.

In the morning I'll leave you
In between the sheets,
A mess of short hair and
Sticky thighs.
Soft sighs.

Your back, broad
And wounded.
You take a shower alone.
You wince under its spray.

You never got my name.
Only heard me whisper yours.
Look for something in my drawers,
In my cabinets.
Find nothing.

Scrawl your number on a piece of paper.

Leave with the hope of me calling you back.

Know, that once you shut that door,
You'll never see or hear of me again.

Plant a deep,
and budding seed,
to take away the endless writing need,
show the others,
end the angry jealous greed,
& take away an ugly ****,
to do a little poetic deed,

As you hope in a prolific tree,
in it's rooted ink,
to be set so free,
stretching to the sky,
to show a light for all to see,

Get down & pray on bended knee,
the God's above have heard the plea,
as they hand you a compelling key,
and no,
there is no guarantee,

As I will always remember thee,

I hope that you who let me be,

I hope you too,
remember me.

Cherie Nolan © 2016