Tag Archives: art

The Rest of Us

People Over Politics, World Over Wealth! ~~~~~ They say we may remove our masks But then again, they say maybe not. May only sometimes; it’s situational. Imagine a future where it’s seasonal. Will it then become a style statement At least, for all those who did not die. Maybe we will have become divided In […]

May Sweetly Smell

People Over Politics, World Over Wealth! ~~~~~ We are not well. How can you tell? Why, it is the smell But let’s not dwell. Let’s sit, think a spell. Can we excise or expel Bad eggs and their shells? We might then excel I mean, who can tell? We may sweetly smell If we can […]

In Their Season

People Over Politics, World Over Wealth! ~~~~~ The fog dampens the sound and the ground Shortens our view while hiding the familiar. Boats, rocks, headlands vanish and reappear Where they’re expected but also unexpected. Waves murmur and mumble along the shore. We stand up from a bench, brief rest behind. Walking, to return to where […]

Only Who I Am

People Over Politics, Survival Over Surrender, World Over Wealth! ~~~~~ Words, for me, wind down My art draws me, to paint All my words, all the words Any language, form, intent Incomplete to curry change Still I grasp I’ll persist, scribbling Verses, essays, stories, more Offering vision, being, truth My truth, which the universe Fills […]

Point, Counterpoint

Point, Counterpoint ~~~~~ Patterns, all is patterns The world over We struggle to comprehend Seeing faces In the rug Monsters, creatures, demons In chipped paint Puddles on the street Yet, we deny Or try Abnegate such apparitions As fancy only Too frightened To believe It might be another Reality Until art Intrudes in all forms […]

A glowing orb reflects itself in opposition.

Can You Dig It?

Can You Dig It? ~~~~~ So, have I come to writing lists Of things I want and need to do? Deleting them one by one, or this And that added to tomorrow too. Have I gotten done what I hoped; My tasks, merely marking time, It’s my best to say I matter most. As if […]

Amelia’s Garden

Amelia’s Garden ~~~~~ Jacob Jonathon Johansson-Jost, a poet, scholar, philosopher to most, In his eyes, he’s failed, though only he sees, Yet, he is proud, chin held high, with dignity. After breakfast, he pauses in his study doorway lighted by the windows that face the garden, her garden, Amelia’s garden. He turns and surveys the […]

Standing

Standing ~~~~~ Sometimes, the smallest thing Changes us entirely, for good. So, standing where we stood, Get a gold ring or get nothing. ~~~~~ Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment ~~~~~ Please, leave a comment and let me know what you think. See more of my creative offerings and […]

Make It So

Make It So ~~~~~ In this frightening, contentious time of pandemic, sheltering at home as nearly as we can, we have the time to think about how we have spent our days until now. We have time to pursue thoughts of the dreams we held for our life before reality moved in to stay. In […]

Temporal Expense

Temporal Expense ~~~~~ Do we now, Muddled men, Fetished females, Spend time Like bits of metal, Paper, information, To prove We are living. Collected, reflected, Twittering birds Speaking, seeking, Connection, Within Books of faces, Without Recognition. Incomplete meaning, Distant acquaintances, Lost friends. Some remembered, Many forgotten Or never met Face to face, Impersonal, Person-to-person call. […]