I’M 75 AND STAYING ALIVE

So glad to be alive. 
Yeah, I can still jive,
Never thought I’d ever get this far
Ah youth, how innocent we are.
No regrets for all the things I haven't done.

Jumped in the deep end of pool. 
Stopped acting like a fool.
Memories: the Hudspeth 5’ pool,
Letting go – all the way!
Never all the way, but hey!
I’m not dead yet, don’t say I’m all wet!
Get lots of livin’ to do. 
This lovely broad is not through.

Northern Lights, the aurora, I was there.
Listened to the angels present at my birth,
Just a little while before coming to this earth,
Two babies, never thought I’d have that gift.
Now they are grown up and always give a lift.

Ah, 75, and glad to be alive. Ain’t no jive.
My skin’s a little saggy and my ass a little baggy,
But this tomato is sexier than Hot Tin Maggie.
So you whine, and dine and shine it off.
Life goes on. So they scoff.
Wait till “they” get to the other side of fifty.
Their philosophy will become a little shifty.

The world turns, the tide turns, and the sun burns.
Doom and gloom those creatures from Mars,
Jump on sometimes whether you’re at home or in your cars.
“Time waits for no one” reverberates in my mind.
So take my advice and put it where the sun don’t ever shine.

Settle in, keep up with your grin, go out on a limb,
Dare to be proud, say it aloud!
Proclaim to the worlds, tell the rest of the girls,
Sweet Sixteen is a memory, 70 eyesight a little glimmery.

You’ll get the wim-wams, you get the heeby jeebs.
The doctor says take “settlers” but the answer isn’t these.
Where to go for comfort, I can never doubt
No matter what the hole is, God always helps me out.

Eva Deacon
July 1998

NAKED IN THE NIGHT

Naked in the dark, Sound of a lark,
Skin soft as velvet and legs
As long as he could see,
Smitten, heels over head
With roses on the bed and
Foreheads close-up and free.

Candle light glow, Just so
He could know
Exactly where he wanted to be.
In the moment on the other side
Of the universe, don’t you see.
Naked in the night, it’s all right.

Naked in the night, it’s all right.
Love in the dark.
Sound of the meadowlark,
Only a footnote away.
Pleasant dreams for lovers and
For loving, and bodies to sway.

Bare, soft skin. Naked is to feel.
Breathing Hallelujah – it’s so real.
Ones and twos and a
Listen to the blues.
Soft as moonlight with the muse.
Naked in the night. And it’s all right.

Eva Deacon
Ca 5/96

THE TWINS

Gemini could not predict such as
These two, so alike, so apart, brown, blonde, boy, girl, man, woman.
One so fair, one not; one so quiet, one so not.
God must have liked that angel mother a lot –

To send someone as beautiful, wonderful and full of wonder –
such a curious combination, a work of that great artist,
that Creator.
God must have liked that angel mother a lot –

These two, paths diverse, lives so strangely similar, yet not.
Intellect stirs: bonds not for others to see, feel those strange interwoven
Bonds, those competitive bonds, that quiet wonderment, conquered and
Conquerer. Strange anticipation, knowing well, as though from a source
Of mystical presumption. Whence cometh it?

Yes, God must have loved that angel mother a lot –

He sent that combination all at once. The wonder of it all! This gentle Gemini,
these powerful, poignant pair. Surely, God does tie those knots, those each cut
Gordius in his own way. The spider’s gossamer thread that wove into two intricate,
torn though total, patterns. Surely, He erred not! And, He must have liked that
angel mother a lot.

March 8 1983

AN INDIAN PRAYER

O' GREAT SPIRIT,
Whose voice I hear in the wind,
And whose breath gives life to all the world,
hear me! I am small and weak, I need your
strength and wisdom.
LET ME WALK IN BEAUTY, and make my eyes
ever behold the red and purple sunset.
MAKE MY HANDS respect the things you have
made and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
MAKE ME WISE so that I may understand the
things you have taught my people.
LET ME LEARN the lessons you have hidden
in every leaf and rock.
I SEEK STRENGTH, not to be greater than my
brother, but to fight my greatest
enemy--myself.
MAKE ME ALWAYS READY to come to you with
clean hands and straight eyes.
SO WHEN LIFE FADES, as the fading sunset,
my spirit may come to you
without shame.

JUNE IN MONTANA

Heaven opened her mouth and breathed, became the wind.
It's June in Montana. Floral smells, pink roses and Russian
Olive trees caress the senses. It's June in Montana.

Fresh, sweet clothes billowing on the line of June in Montana.
Going backward, out of control? No, only a soldier of fortune
In search of her soul.
Sunlover, gracious, June in Montana.

Red winged blackbirds perched on a stalk, two kinds of swallows
Dive-bombing with a squawk.
Puffballs of cottonwood swirl, rise, fall, dance, skip, skip, skip
It's June in Montana.

Five thousand dead mosquitos in a pile, slain by the mighty phill,
Pest protected for pond and rill, no scratch insurance for
June in Montana.

At the Peck, it's action, cut, scenery, excitement and thrill,
We've waited all winter through freeze and chill.
For the breeze, the rose, hollyhock and cornstalk,
For blue jay, for mallard, for swallow and hawk.

Memories, fond, the horses, the pond,
Fresh, sweet clothes billowing on the line, sunshine,
cottonwood, redwings, peach, watermelon, shout Hosanna.

I long to see again that June in Montana.