A Child’s Play

I watch you play upon the stairs,

Lost in your childhood games,

Built by your imagination,

With freedom and no restraint.

Today you are a sailor,

The captain of your ship,

Sailing on the ocean sea,

Procuring a long summer trip.

You sing a song

That you have loved,

Words of an old lullaby,

You sing a song on the stairs today,

Singing loud—you’re not shy.

The stairs are now a jungle,

A land that you explore,

With a monkey and a zebra,

A tiger and a vicious wild boar.

You pretend you’re on a skyscraper

High up in the sky,

Playing like you’re really there,

And wishing you could fly.

Once again, you’re hungry,

Therefore, you stop and eat your lunch,

You’ll be a chef in your own shop,

There’s not much time to stop.

The stairs are now a cherry tree

In your own loved backyard,

With grass and flowers, and bumble bees,

Except in this tree, you cannot scrape your knees.

The stairs yet again, a mountain top

Reaching high into the sky,

But all too soon, it’s evening time

And now, no more time to climb.

(painting by: Kathleen Stevens)

Endless Wishes

‘Endless Wishes’ photo taken by: Kathleen Stevens/2015, West of Denver

Painting/Sisters

Painter: Kathleen Stevens,
“Sisters”
Acrylic on coffee-table

Happy Halloween!!

Happy Halloween  (photo by: Kathleen Stevens/Oct.2014)

Haiku 4/16/14

Two sisters
Loving hearts unite-
Yellow sunflowers

Autumn Play

Laughing children on a sunny day,

barns stacked full with fresh baled hay,

ripened apples on trees in a row,

autumn leaves scattered on the ground below.

Children play in flowered fields,

grazing horses dot the rolling hills,

night is nigh with star splashed sky,

and night will dance with fireflies

Happy Halloween

Happy Halloween to all my followers, family and friends!! Have a treat of a night!!

Union of Love

Pigtails or braids

What is it today?

A cold winter night

Stars so bright

Hugs and kisses

Love union – sheltered

Twirls and skips

Dances on the wooded floor

Running off to play

Tears in my gaze

Love composed,

Warm inside.

The Best Gift

It was the best gift
I did received,
I was eight years old.
A beautiful illustrated book of poems
For children,
By Robert Louis Stevenson.
I read his poems over and over,
Pretending I was the children in his book,
And pretending I wrote the poems
As he did.
I still own this book,
I keep it in a safe place,
I still take it out,
Hold it,
And read the fragile pages
That expands my imagination.

A Child Treasured

The old man slowly arises

From his profound sleep,

Groggy head, blurred vision,

The love of his life, lying at his side,

A solitary tear escaping his pale blue eyes,

A remembrance of their dance engulfing his mind.

They received a son with hair of gold,

A child they treasured, bejeweled in murals upon their walls,

Days of laughter and years in richness,

Sweet smiles and countless kisses.

A man he became as he did grow,

Strong and sturdy, with a heart of dreams.

The day did arrive he resolved his attention

On far away kingdoms with hopes of wealth,

He sailed his ship on waves of grand

A madness he chased while he grew old –

never to return;

His father misses him, his mother cries.

Across the Times

There was a king adorned with jewels,

Young and handsome, an age of merely thirteen;

He walked the garden yards

And singled out red rose’s blooms,

Not the yellow, pink or white,

Only red roses, and only the blooms;

He played with trick kites, flying helicopters, and

Wooden blocks—building castles, islands, and towers in the sky;

He rode his bike, steering the wheels, staying in the boundaries,

Every day, up and down, up and down the pebbled paths

And slightly rolling hills;

Tick tock, tick tock goes the clock,

But for him—he kept no time;

Sitting quiet, sitting still, he reads his verse,

One line, the next line, one line at a time,

And with the final word read, he wonders a great deal—

About being born, about how to live,

And death that comes across the times;

An elegant sunset, and changing of the light,

He runs across the lawn for his telescope,

And maybe, just maybe, he might eat a little cantaloupe;

Feet in flight, and much to his delight,

A wish to greet the evening stars came true,

He gazes into the nighttime sky,

He does not even question as to why—

Whoosh—his day did disappear,

And time did fly.

Capture of a Moment

The capture of a moment,

A song that is sung,

Words dancing across the page,

Began when I was still young.

In my heart of memories

There is a special revise,

Seizing steely rains

Rippling through dark and

Forging angry skies-

Issuing me a process

To thrust Heaven’s gate wide,

Escorting in the sunshine

To the chambers of my mind,

Allowing me to capture words,

At times along with goodbyes,

And yet, stringing them together,

Fashioned and designed,

Freeing them to dance,

For moments at a time.

A Child’s Play

I watch you play upon the stairs,

Lost in your childhood games,

Built by your imagination,

With freedom and no restraint.

Today you are a sailor,

The captain of your ship,

Sailing on the ocean sea,

Procuring a long summer trip.

You sing a song

That you have loved,

Words of an old lullaby,

You sing a song on the stairs today,

Singing loud—you’re not shy.

The stairs are now a jungle,

A land that you explore,

With a monkey and a zebra,

A tiger and a vicious wild boar.

You pretend you’re on a skyscraper

High up in the sky,

Playing like you’re really there,

And wishing you could fly.

Once again, you’re hungry,

Therefore, you stop and eat your lunch,

You’ll be a chef in your own shop,

There’s not much time to stop.

The stairs are now a cherry tree

In your own loved backyard,

With grass and flowers, and bumble bees,

Except in this tree, you cannot scrape your knees.

The stairs yet again, a mountain top

Reaching high into the sky,

But all too soon, it’s evening time

And now, no more time to climb.

Children Play

Laughing children on a sunny day,

barns stacked full with fresh baled hay,

bright red apples on trees in a row,

autumn leaves scattered on the ground below.

Children playing in flowered fields,

grazing horses dot the rolling hills,

night arrives with star splashed sky,

and children chase the fireflies.

Happy 4th of July

Happy Happy 4th of July!!!
May you have a fireworks of a day!!

Journey

Commence our journey

With our childhood dreams,

Short-lived, all too soon set free,

Drifting on wind’s breath,

Loosely held,

Slightly possessed,

Once in wit’s play,

Once determined to embark – yet,

Eventually, slowly

One by one, we let them go.

But, with reflection

Our journey’s travel

Will later discover

Childhood dreams emerging forth,

Uncovered, found, laid bare,

Not forgotten, in wit’s play,

Our journey, ourchildhood dreams

To embark.