Category Love
Good Will to All and Sundry
This is my 500th post on this blog. I wondered should it be something more momentous, but a plea for peace should be enough. Waiting my turn In the post office Everyone in line Remains calm Despite the stress The holidays bring We all pretend We are civilized Yet, I remember A frightful phrase Going […]
And Everything
As I sit outside of this coffee shop Waiting for my ride to show up I wonder who, what, where I’ll be Will it make a difference to me My future circumstances, surely But what about the world at large If I do, it does, what will it be And what will become of me […]
Unexpected
Reflections Unsought Bright, Shining Stretched, moving Polished metal Surfaces, Wind on water Revealing, obscuring Rumors, Innuendos Truth and lies Shown forth Cast back Into our eyes Light echoes Reflect our Worlds, lives Incomprehensible Unexpected meaning
Hitch Up Your Trews
Tomorrow is a good day to try something new I mean, what do you think will happen to you If you choose, one time, your dream to pursue Treasure like sunlight sparkle on morning dew Or turned down a lane, the way the wind blew Where lurks a forest darker than evening news Go on, […]
Of Course
Why, of course, it cost a lot It cannot be any good, if not Do you really believe this true Just a bill of goods sold to you Would you matter either way Would it matter any given day It cannot matter that I can see You know it never comes free Except what you […]
Make It So
Every day is a day to make new stories. Our own, the stories we alone can tell. Every day the stories we tell ourselves and others have the potential to change how we see the world, to change the world. You don’t believe me, do you, about your story? It’s true, but we must make […]
Another Name for Heaven
Fast we live And fast we fly Fast is how we die Slow we move And slow we love Earth as heaven above
Not Anyone but Me
So, I say I am sorry I am sincere, but It doesn’t matter It does matter, but It won’t solve anything I screw up All my fault, but I snap, sometimes When called on it Flustered, angry Not at anyone But me I stew Unhappy, unclear What to do when I calm down And say […]
Believing Not Leaving
Wonder why with all my time spent breathing Why, when I walk uphill, my chest is heaving Hope none will considers my casket wreathing Believing my heaving means I am soon leaving
None So Blind
Spinning stories so I may begin to understand Walking within a sheltered wood, artist’s view Pine needles slip beneath my steps and recall Soft, changing winds, tires on newly-fallen rain Ideas from distant time, till this one, right now Our own insights or through eyes, ears, hands As composers, artists, writers interpret our life They […]
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