Harpsichord: A Poetry Blog: Sincere

~Spider~

O spindly-legged sequin,

Skittering across your

Threaded network of

Three thousand tiny trapezoids,

How nonchalantly you crochet

A shimmering shroud for

An inopportunely inattentive insect!

~Books on the Shelf~

Each book on the shelf stands proud, straight, and tall.

They hold stories enough to please one and all.

At a moment's quick notice, without one delay,

They will whisk a fond reader to lands far away.

A worn, sturdy book with letters of gold

Holds legends and fantasies - tales to be told.

A paperback novel gives thrilling romance.

A child's first reader helps scholars advance.

Detectives, adventurers, princes, and friends -

The author first breaks each, then skillfully mends.

Some words create laughter, but others bring tears.

Some words cause calamity, fiasco, and fears.

But every shelved volume, be thick, thin, or small,

Has a purpose - to tell thoughts of one to us all.

We need only accept what these pages can do,

And a world full of heroes can come to us too.

~Baby, What Makes You Tick~

What makes you smile and drool and fuss?

How did God know you were the baby for us?

How did your legs figure out how to kick?

Baby, what makes you tick?

What makes you happy, bashful, or glum?

How did God plan exactly when you would come?

Are we the family that you would have picked?

Baby, what makes you tick?

What makes your hair grow out so slow?

Why is your cuteness enhanced by a bow?

Let’s stick together through thin and through thick.

Baby, what makes you tick?

How fast you’ve outgrown the clothes that you’ve worn!

How much we’ve loved you since the day you were born!

The moments are passing – they’re going by quick!

Baby, what makes you tick?

~Pardon My Dust~

When I act imperfect,

Please pardon my dust.
Construction is still underway.
My Foreman is Jesus.

His blueprint I trust -
But the job won't

Be finished today.

If you catch me complaining

Or being a jerk,
Remember the Builder's not through.
Refurbishing me

Takes a lot of hard work.
Aren't you glad it's

Not all up to you?

Your advice and your help

Might be just what I need,
And I really do try to adjust.
But ultimately, it's

Between God and me.
Please be patient -

And pardon my dust!

~Imperfection~

Loving parents, don’t forget

I need some time to be ignored,
Time to learn that boredom

Isn’t all that bad.
I’d like to have a chance

To know I’m sick before I’m cured,
And to feel alone, ashamed,

Confused, and sad.

You like me to be excited,

Full of joy, success, and fun,
But if life is always like that,

Count me out.
I want to know reality -

That battle to be won.
After all, can faith be real

If there’s no doubt?

When you praise my every effort

And you set the standard high,
I’m afraid you won’t

Accept me when I fail.
If you are “only human” - when you’re

Wrong, at least you tried -

Then forgive me if I

Don’t get into Yale!

Life is messy - that’s a fact -

And your love for me is clear,
Even when you make me

Clean up my own mess.
Relaxation is an art, as is

The choice to be sincere . . .
So please laugh with me,

And never mind the stress.

I love you.

~Fibromyalgia~

S tressed
A nxious
D isappointed

B ody strain
L onely
U ncertainty
F rustrated
F acing reality

C onfused

R est-deprived

Y earning

© 2011 Rose Enterline Williams

~Such a Treat~

Bella, you're so special to me!

You're my best companion, you see.

You brought me warmth and cheer,

When I needed a doggie to hold dear.

I love you, Bella.

You are my adorable friend,

Walking with me round every bend.

Funny, fuzzy, cuddly, and sweet -
How I love you Bella!

You're such a treat!

~What is a Grandmother~

Who always wants you to have thirds?

Who always throws bread to the birds?
Who always says the perfect words?
That's what a grandma's about!

Who always colors pics with you?
Who always cooks such yummy stew?
Who always helps you think things through?
That's what a grandma's about!

Who always helps you do things right?
Who always gives you fun, not fight?
Who always says you need more light?
That's what a grandma's about!

~The Common Bond of Missionary Kids~

MKs eat together, compete together -

Six days in a year.

MKs walk together, talk together,

Full of friendly cheer.

MKs pray together, play together -

Kinship we can claim!

MKs laugh together, act together,

Silliness our aim!

MKs tease each other, believe in each other,

Make ourselves at home.

MKs love each other, hug each other,

Though apart we roam.

MKs tolerate each other

When we cannot get along.

MKs give each other courage,

Always ready with a song.

MKs never are so different

That we can't communicate.

MKs have a common bond

That just does not disintegrate.

~Underwater Treasure~
For Mark, From Sharon Rose

What do we have in
Common? You’re a
Man. I’m a young lady.
Your home is in the

Pennsylvania countryside.
I reside in a dormitory
By the Florida coast. You
Grew up in the eighties, while

I am growing up now,
In the twenty-first
Century. But so what?
We can still be friends.

Think of all the things
You like, that I like too.
We both like pets, libraries,
Making music – things like that.

What else? When the sweet
Tooth craves, you go
For chocolate ice cream.
So do I. Do you want to

Watch figure skating with
Me? Or read aloud a murder
Mystery? We could play a
Fast card game, eat

Italian food, or watch
“Pride and Prejudice” together.
I like William Shakespeare.
So do you. You make a good

Friend, you know that? For
All our differences lie
On the water’s surface.
Deep in the pool of who

We are, the treasures that are
Dear to me are dear to you.
They lie submerged, but
When we dive below with

Words, our lives become
Less blurred. Your words
Are the goggles through
Which I see your face –

Underwater still, but
Clearer. In our letters,

I discover a friend
Who loves the identical
Treasures that I love.
That friend is you.

©2005 Rose Enterline Williams

~Asperger's Syndrome~

Call me quiet.

Call me smart.

Find my hobby -

Find my heart!

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