All Things Poetic

A song for Lolo

Lolo Lola Logan I love you

Lolo Lola Logan yes I do

Pretty little girl dressed in pink

Apple of my eye and you don't stink

All Mine

"All Mine"

your smile

your nose

your toes

your ears

your bellybutton

your lips

your smell

your touch

your beauty

your innocene

your laughter

your little ways

your wobbly walk

your baby talk

your mine

your mine

you're all mine to love

Tiffani C. Powell

Copyright 2007

little lovely

Little Lovely

little feet dance for smiles

gummy bear cheer lashes lushes

baby paws hold dreams

sweetness behind eyes of brown

tiny creature filled with love

my creation

Tiffani C. Powell
Copyright June 2007

And So It Is

love abound floating on dreams and penny drop wishes made long ago.  here in this place having held on tight to hopes and mistakes and a grandmothers prayer.  a freed bird from little girl to woman she has arrived.  yes, hair down, smile on, life growing and moving down paths made just for her.   the curtains are open, eyes are wide and the unknown is not important.  evolution has just begun.  a miracle is at work proving that God works in mysterious ways for the girl from parkvale road.  cowboys and angels circle this light abundant with riches, what's to come and uncertain beauty.  small joys arrive when least expected to those who are virtuous and forgiving of ones self.  blessings are all around up and down...beyond comfortable quiets.   the time of her life is now...in the hands of this tiny miracle called her baby.

Sweet Valley

the land of golden dreams is right here at the base of these mountains, tucked away in the rivers three, aside rolling hills of green goodness filled with country values and honest living.  yes go west and discover a new life where words come easy from pen to paper, root to tree, orchards and orchards to replenish all that resides. traipsed across country to find a place to call home away from home, hospitality flowing, history deep with folks who truly love the land that was given to them.  downtown calls your name, a familiar smile, a gentle greeting, a break from the day at the coffee shop where only the old time regulars know it's secrets.  a knitters haven to the left, a fox theater to your right, red woods, mt whitney's and homers nose all make this town what it is.   a collected soul of souls.  a place of enchantment from north to south, up and around the grapevine and back to the start again.   so pack your bags for a ride, walk, hike or trek to the best place the valley has to offer.  golden dreams start here...

Tiffani C. Powell

Copyright 2006

The Hibernation Period

The Hibernation Peroid

Copyright 2005

only time will tell what exactly this spell is, for the girl from parkvale road. go west young man. knapsack in tow packed tightly with memories from wince she came about.
certificate stamped gypsy, nothing delicate only emancipation proclaims itself a victory.
I-40 itinerary ready for take off no more harboring criminals in her head for she has gained possession of all her faculties traipsing across country.
blue eyed beau to the left, he ever the enchanter, enchanting the enchantress to encompass his incantations of unhurried divine.
go on and fly then.
and what say you for a pleasant tempeture for maximum pleasure? no dragging her down...up up up the Mesa's red as dawn nothing but country all around.
the air is sweet with travels, grandviews, soulmate splenders and what's to come.
she is a thinker, a do-er, a follow-througher, contrary to popular belief. for the time is now to put on that extra fat. that layer that will keep her warm through the winter. cheeks are filled, nuts are buried, food is stashed away, tucked inside that cozy place.
the bears have followed the required task for deep sleep. Sugar plum fairies and dreams of springtime are on the mind.
so...this gypsy will snuggle up and do as the bears do. ready herself for the next coming of the season.

Come What May

Come What May

With limbs stretched wide, head back to the sun and body in motion, she is spinning and spinning.

The buzz is dizzying, mystifying, trek, trek, trekking along the road less traveled for her 2nd, 3rd, 6th change at the luck of life.

The angel which rests upon her shoulder has kissed her with fearless wonder offering mountains of what can be if only you invite it in. And after all this times of chasing rainbows...what dreams may come?

What possibilities from hand to heart create an endless valley in which to plunge into?

Valleys of what will be hers because she has the power to make things happen.

Mile marker sixty and still she has just begun.  Taking leaps and bounds of boundless uncertaintyalong for the ride.

And tucked away in her pocket are the pleasantries and memories that have yet to made.

And that is the meaning of life!

The beginning from the end, to the middle and back to the start again.

Full circle with stumbles there and here, with trips and traps to continue learning from.

Blessed be this birth of light that shines down on her like the heavens had opened up.

Blessed be the gift of time for it was time that allowed her to recognize that she is worth it.

And like a snake that sheds its' skin, it is her season for change.

Winds have shifted and she is ready to soar.

New skin, fresh eyes and drive unrelenting.

Quantifying all she ever needed and wanted to be.

She is spinning, she is spinning, she is endless possibilities.

Tiffani C. Frost

Copyright 2004