SOMEONE TO HATE

Someone to hate.
Yes , you know who you are.
Your son thinks he's a rock star.
A gansta, a thug, the one you love.
Your daughter struts her stuff.
Putting it all on line, it's never enough.
You hate the teachers, the police.
The neighbors, who your kids taunt.
While an unpaid car, you flaunt.
Your son will soon 35,still lives at home.
Your daughter ,2 kids, is left alone.
The one's you loved, you sealed their fate.
Since now you are the one that they hate.

I saw Winter Walk by Today.


Today I watched Winter walk by,
In a black suit and a white tie.
His eyes shifted from pale blue to grey
He only nodded and had nothing to say.

The last leaves fell as he walked away.
I shivered as I noticed his shadow stayed.
With a howl and an icy grin,
He said  “Let the cold and ice begin”.

Paula Jean

A Short Tale by Paula Jean



The Eagle and the Snake

The eagle and his mate spent many hours traveling to a peaceful valley to build their nest. They had passed it several times on their way to the ocean.  They had decided this was a perfect place to raise their family. It wasn’t long before they had two beautiful chicks with an endless appetite. Their nest lay upon the steep cliffs  that jutted up over the valley. On some days the dense fog hid them from view, other days they were seen sailing among the low hanging clouds. 

Most days they flew freely and could see every insect and small animal they needed to raise their chicks. They were the largest birds and had no  enemies. They happily glided along the stream looking for food, finding all they could catch for their chicks.

The snake lived in the valley below among the most beautiful green ferns and lush landscape imagined.  A clear, blue stream ran down the middle, winding it’s way like a vein pumping life into the valley.  The snake was very large and had no enemies. He 

slid merrily along looking for insects and small rodents in his path. He had a large den near the stream and lived alone. The snake’s mate’s eggs had hatched and they lived like him alone in their own dens.

The snake would often watch the eagles from the floor below and wonder what it would

be like to soar above the valley and see everything .  

The eagles had seen the snake many times and marveled at his size and beauty.

They could only imagine what it would be like to slide along the floor of the forest

and slowly enjoy the beauty and scents as he passed by on his way to the stream.

As the months passed and the chicks grew into large birds themselves, they would try their wings, much to the worry of their parents.  One fall and the snake would have his

supper.

The snake kept his eye on the chicks and became obsessed over their every move,

hoping they would fall to where he could reach them.  The snake began to realize they

had become too strong and would soon be able to fly over his valley like their parents and in time fly and catch their own food.

The eagles grew proud of their young and worried less each day, amazed at their chick’s strength and appetite. Soon they would have to begin their own lives and hunt for their own food.

The snake watched as the young eagles took their first flights across the valley.  He was becoming increasingly angry at their freedom from the nest.

The snake began to talk to the other snakes, small and large about how unfair it was that the eagles flew above them and with little ease stole food from their young.

It wasn’t long before he hatched a plan to rob the eagles of their food.

One long moonless night the large snake gathered together all of the other snakes and they covered every flower and fern with mud and every other creature ran from the valley in fright.  Never had they seen snakes act so strangely. 

The river ran with mud and the fish swam away from the valley looking for cleaner waters.

The eagles awoke to the destruction and became sad for all the creatures that had enjoyed the beautiful valley. They watched the large snake slide through the mud with a look of arrogance and were mystified how the other snakes could have followed him and ruined such a lovely valley and their own home. 

The eagles and their young flew high in the air and not far from the valley lay another

beautiful gorge with trees and streams so delightful they forgot their sadness and flew there to live among the giant trees and the fresh morning dew. It wasn’t long before they had completely forgot about the snake and his valley. 

The snake had not seen the eagles for days before he realized they were gone.

He went into his den and could not face what he had done.  All of the other snakes lowered their heads in shame and slithered away down the valley away from the destruction and did not look back. How they did such a thing haunted them from that day forward.  The once large beautiful snake stayed in his den until he wasted away and died.

The end.

So Now I'm a Survivor?

The pain that cuts the deepest is the cleanest.

Leaving no traces of blood or bruises.

It slices straight through to the soul.

Those tender, trusting feelings, that pure joy.

Taken so unexpectedly by catatonic abusers.

They , who are devoid of all sensitivity. 

Carry the sharpest knife of all to slice.

To slice the soul , the joy, the feelings.

Cutting the deepest, the cleanest.

So no one sees, and no one heals.

So the pain never leaves.  

Paula Jean

Fall

Fall

The yellow leaves fall against the dark green forest floor.

They do not fool me with their sunny disposition.

Spinning and fluttering, like so many cheery snowflakes.

I call them cowardly for bailing and hiding on the ground

They are done with it before the harsh cold, and frosty morns.

I too would like to turn yellow to float ,to flutter, then to disappear.

To bail , to sail cheerfully flutter into a dark lush ground.

Finish with one short flight and do it up right.

But with a hope of finding an endless Summer I hold on.

I keep my feet on the dark green floor of my forest.

And walk at full speed as my edges slowly wither and turn yellow..

I hold on and look at the sky so afraid to begin the walk to die.

Every year I too flutter and spin, and see the signs of yellow.

For now I lay on the forest floor and let the leaves cover me.

Drinking in every last drop of morning dew, before the long harsh Winter. 

The photo on the wall is a little off.
My soul is sideways and crossed.