Thursday, September 1, 2016

JUANITA GARCIA VERA

JUANITA GARCIA VERA



WEEDS

I’ve let the weeds
Take over my garden
Given free reign
To their movement
And wildness
In the breeze
They sway gracefully
Laughing in exhilaration
They dance
Twisting, turning
And returning
To their anchored
Posts.
Pink, white, yellow,
Blue and red flowers
I long to see
Them  flowing
Carefree like a river
Overflowing my mind
Like a rush of rain
That sprouts my dreams
In the deepest wishing well
Who am I to   judge?
Their right to flourish
Their right to exist
God made them
For my eyes
For my heart
To beat a little faster
When I see
Their beauty
Like first love
Wild and innocent
Impetuous fantasy
Flourishing
In the meadows
Magnificent sunny dreams
I am a weed
In the Garden
Born to bloom
So beautifully
I am

© Juanita Garcia Vera
All Rights Reserved JGV 01-05-2015







IN HONOR OF THE VICTIMS OF TERRORISM

I Dreamed of Paradise
By
Juanita Garcia Vera

I dreamed
A most beautiful dream
 I slept soundly
While slipping away
 From the shore
 Farther and farther
 I drifted
Until nothing, I saw
Seagulls sang
An old lullaby
They lulled
My deepest slumber
My soul free
Of all fear
Tension and pain
My heartbeat tapped
It's last reprieve yet,
 I continued my journey
Beyond the bluest horizon
 To the place
Where the ocean
Met Heaven
And the starry sky
Sheltered in light
There, I awoke
To find Heaven

 © Juanita Garcia Vera
 All Rights Reserved JGV -2016







IF IT HADN’T BEEN FOR LOVE

Of all the things
I’ve known
There are a few
From which
I’ve learned
If I’d never known
The joy of Love
I never would’ve cried
If not for memories
I wouldn’t be alive
If I’d never shed
Tears of joy
I would’ve never
Known
Tears of pain
If I’d never seen
The darkest nights
I wouldn’t hope
For dawn


If not for all
I’ve seen and done
I could’ve
Been a tree
Waiting on
The breeze
To move me
Waiting for the birds
To nest and flee
All these things have
Methodically, chipped away
The decay like
So much dead wood
I was moved
And changed
Like the larvae
That became
A beautiful butterfly
Though others
Sense
 I’ve changed
In my heart I know



I have evolved
If I had it to do over
I wouldn’t change a thing
I’d do the same old things
That caused the pain and sorrow
There is much, I’ve learned
From the Cactus
Whose thorns prick my fingers
While giving beautiful flowers
And fruits to savor
Still, I risk the wounds,
The pain
For the gifts received
Grateful for the pain
Of living
A most abundant life



©
JUANITA GARCIA VERA
All Rights Reserved JGV 2015




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