Just Poetry?

This is a poem I posted on the poetry site where I am a member. The wording is directed toward other poets and the pieces they post. I hope you, as the reader, will take the time to read and enjoy poetry and let it touch your heart, encourage, soothe, uplift and inspire you.

1. Carol (aka Poetessa)
   
   Just Poetry?
   By Carol Glitschka 11/14/2005
   
   
   My lifeblood flows
   Through the tip of this pen
   Revealing the thoughts
   And emotions within
   
   Sharing my life
   In each written line
   Not revealing too much
   Pretending I’m fine
   
   My Avatar smiles
   Yet not I every day
   I share your heartaches
   I'm human that way
   
   Like you, I struggle
   With choices I make
   Praying for guidance
   Each day I awake
   
   Inspiration I gather
   From lines that you share
   Your thoughts penned in verse
   As you lay your heart bare
   
   Heartfelt or humorous
   Words serve to connect
   Enrich and sustain
   Provide new respect
   
   I hope The words penned
   Through the span of my life
   Cut through the façade
   Like a double edged knife

Will You?

My Maternal Grandparents, August Robert Carlson and Nora Marie (Wold) Carlson, Circa 1910

June 7, 1968, our wedding day, Donald Wyman Glitschka and Carol Jean (O'Neall) Glitschka

My parents William Charles 'Chick' O'Neall and Carolyn Delores (Carlson) O'Neall

Top picture is my Maternal Grandmother and Grandfather, Nora and August Carlson. Middle is a wedding picture of Don and I, taken in the car before leaving for the reception. Bottom picture is my father and mother, William Charles 'Chick' and Carolyn (nee Carlson) O'Neall dressed to attend the Jockey's Ball. Dad was a sports announcer, called the horse races at Longacres Race Track, Renton, WA, Playfair in Spokane, WA, Yakima Meadows, Yakima, WA, Caliente, CA and other places.

My mother lost her mother when she was a year and a half old. My mother and her sister were in a separate room, with the door closed. Their mother, Nora, was boiling clothes on the gas range, the boiling water put out the flame and she was asphyxiated. That was before natural gas had an odor added to it to warn people. Her father died when she was 13. She and her sister, Trudy, were raised by their Aunt Caroline.


Will You?
By Carol Glitschka 11/16/05


Will you take this hand of mine
Hold it gently through the years
Will you share this life I live
Softly wipe away my tears?

Love, will you lay beside me
So I’ll always know you’re there
Will I find your arms around me
Always showing that you care?

Will you pledge your love forever
Not forget the promise made
Stand by me, still feeling proud
When my beauty starts to fade?

I will place my hand in yours
Leave it there through all the years
I will share my life with you
Softly kiss away your tears

I will gladly lay beside you
You will always know I’m there
I will wrap my arms around you
This heart of mine will always care

I will pledge my love forever
No matter dear how long we live
I will proudly stand beside you
My heart, my soul, my life to give

I will pledge my love forever
My heart, my soul, my life to give

The Ending of Day

I love the way the sunset colors everything a soft pink. Even our white cat Mylo turns pinkwhen he's laying in the grass.

This is a picture of half of our back yard. Our grandchildren love to play there and our grand dogs especially love the room and laying in the grass.

Squirrels, Jays, Flickers, Juncos, Robins, Crows, Sparrows, and other birds drink and bathe in the birdbath. So do our cats.

On the evening run
So gently it falls
Trailing veils of pink
The setting sun calls

Come view the splendor
Like sweet sugar mist
I’ve coated each plant
A transparent kiss

The Black Fern now smiles
Preparing for night
And cares of the day
Instantly take flight

The breeze will retire
But now is at play
The long slender leaves
Of lilies to sway

Carpet of beauty
Ajuga in blue
Painted by the veil
Turns lavender hue

My Red Leaf Maple
Favorite of trees
Leaves waving goodnight
Shifts in the breeze

Even the fences
Of weathered wood gray
Are bathed in soft pink
At ending of day