The Rainbow

Such majesty 'pon darkened sky,

What joyful magic fills the eye,

Within our midst and misty glooms,

Your awesome arc of color looms.

Through prisms deep within the cloud,

Each color leaps and shouts out loud,

"I'm red and orange, and green and blue!"

"And lavender, and yellow, too!"

Each person paused in joy serene,

For these few moments rarely seen,

Collective breaths and hopeful sighs,

As hope within our souls arise!

Peter Lowell Paulson

April 26, 2012



Norway

Dear Old Norse world you call me there,

With fjords and fields and mountains fair,

The land from where my father’s come,

Upon my mind and soul you drum.

 

 

“Come hither son, you must return,”

This land my own desires yearn,

The love from which grandfather bears,

My heart within me always tears.

 

 

I see myself ‘fore mountain rise,

And cold grey oceans in my eyes,

Below the beauteous valleys low,

With luscious green in springtime grow.

 

 

Oh, Norway, Norway sing your song,

The land to which your sons belong,

Once more, once more I will be shored,

The land I’ve loved, and ere adored,

 

 

Peter Lowell Paulson

April 26, 2012

Grandchildren

With joy a smile upon your child,

A pregnancy and you go wild,

You did not know the where or when,

But wonders do begin again.

Some tests and trials and sadness too,

When this one does not make it through,

But oh, the happiness and joy,

When birthed that little girl or boy.

There is a difference you see,

What future in expectancy,

A splash upon his little feet,

At first his Dad and ocean meet.

And you can only laugh and smile,

Loving grandkids all the while,

Birthday hats and swings and slides,

Carousels and horsey rides!

Yes, you can cuddle; tender hold,

Your grandchild in your arms enfold,

You feel elation deep within,

Your second life will now begin.

Peter Lowell Paulson

April 18, 2012

Clouds

Turn again you host of clouds,

You portent of some future shrouds,

Or only up there cavorting,

Perhaps you bring some comforting.

No blacks; just grays, and blue and white,

You turned our day into the night,

Across the prairie, on and on,

With darkest cloak the sky you don.

As winds whip up each branch and bow,

We see bright bands within you now,

At first upon horizon seen,

The sun still shines above serene.

So blanket with your darkened kiss,

We need your restful, peaceful bliss,

Some days we simply need to rest,

And, know that we are heaven blessed.

Peter Lowell Paulson

April 16, 2012

Oh, Friend - Sonnet XVII

Oh Friend, what tension in a lover’s bond,

What life besets upon that lovely head,
No wont to carry to the evening’s bed,
A wish that you could wave a magic wand,
To send all cares to heaven and beyond,
Such rarity that you are barely led,
With some comforted words I may have said,
E’en though I am the one with whom you're fond,
And, so together we have had to learn,
That we must never to the other preach,
Yet, we have found that touch with gentle hand,
A gaze; a kiss is all we truly yearn,
A blissful joy is always within reach,
Twill wisk us far away to lovers' land.


Peter Lowell Paulson

April 12, 2012

Luckiest Man

We loved that girls would paint their toes,

Four brothers we; and no-one knows-
How ladies figured out the way,
To turn our heads; each every day.

The obvious is that fine form,
It makes no difference what the norm,
You girls to us a mystery,
And we were smitten, “Yes, Siree!”

When I was just a lad of five,
In kindergarten girls would strive,
To get some boy to play the “Dad”,
While they played “house”, or they’d be sad.

The boys would take some ball outside,
They’d kick and catch, and run and slide,
They wanted me with them to roam,
I’d had enough of boys at home.

So I was just your willing sort,
And, with the girls I would cavort,
The boys were sad, Yes, sad for me,
I stayed inside quite happily.

Now to this day my head will rush,

When my wife simply puts on blush,
I have my girl; and I’m her fan,
And, this old world’s luckiest man!


Peter Lowell Paulson
April 4, 2012

Believe

Nothingness negates possibility,

A smile with limits,

If a smile at all,

A laugh turned inward,

If a laugh at all,

True joy thwarted,

If joy at all,

Look up at the stars,

Beyond the heavens,

And, then beyond, beyond,

What do you see?

Its hope,

Smiles,

Laughter,

Joy,

And, more!

I desire more!

Break through the glass ceiling-

Of unbelief,

Sail with the dreamers,

Poets and lovers,

Come dance in the clouds,

Be carried away,

And live!

Peter Lowell Paulson

April 2, 2012