Shaving like I mean it.

Shaving like I mean it.
Shaving with Meaning

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

My Mother's Drum

When I close my eyes
Allowing my mind to drift away
Into the past through laughter and cries
Back to a time when I knew another way

My heart, brain and bones in quiet darkness grew
Hands, fingers, feet and toes
In warmth and without words I knew
Nothing but the growth of my ears, eyes and nose

With only the use of my ears
I was filled with the ever-present thrum
It's tempo soothing my inner-most fears
Is the deep rhythm of my strong mother's drum

©Melanie Davis May 2013

Thursday, May 2, 2013


Just remember Nature
does not remember you
On those clear sunny days
lying on the grass
be humble
The winds do not change as often as we do
The water doesn't hold your memory
Only it's own
Nature's cycle which includes it's upheaval and it's monotony

There is no benevolence in the falling of a snowflake
That has ever been seen
It is not a fair romance
On the silver screen
It is a one sided perspective
Of a person to expect mercy
In the wrath and glory of Nature
Revel in the bounty when there is a bounty to be had
But do not be unwise for the coming days where bounty does not abide

Remember Nature is the tool of success or demise
Raise your face to meet it
But humble yourself for the need of it also
The cycle on which we come and go
Come and go
Come and go
Is also the cycle that we grow and sow
The events that we tell our children
And our children tell their own
Is our memory
Of how Nature treats us
Even when Nature would not treat with us

Remember to cling to the rock
Under your feet
And dance the dance so sweetly
Hear this beat that lays in time the same as yours
Then laugh when it all comes to close
When Nature has passed over your head and has left you spared
in gratitude for the next day

Melanie Davis 5/2/13