Tag Archives: curiosity
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
Myths and Stories
All our myths and stories Have roots deep in time Not all truth and glories Buds, weeds to sun climb
Remember Not
I remember When young One time When I lived In the moment Though not the moment The time itself Nor do I recollect The now When I became Self-reflected Imputing moments With meaning Without presence Revealing that In this world, now Communication requires Us to give up Our being, connection With our self Too great […]
From My Core
I once told people I had a dream But all I did was wish and scheme I did not get where I wanted to go Or figure out what I did not know When I dreamed, worked as well Soon on my dreams I didn’t dwell Knew what I hadn’t known before Share what life […]
May Well Find
If you can think You may well find Nothing on your mind Cannot stitch together Two thoughts equal aught You’d better take a sweater
An Immodest Proposal
Sadly, this will be the second time I will have posted this piece on this date, the third anniversary of the Newtown murders (the first to fall on a school day). Because many tragic deaths continue to occur, I have vowed to mark this tragic date, in this manner, until such time as we come […]
Till Such Time
Fabled treasures are the purview of men Hearth, home, filling the hope of women Been told, but doesn’t mean it’s true then We heard this meme over and over again Terrified men work to return olden days After, oh so slowly, we changed our ways Realigned our shoulds, oughts and mays Until the time we […]
One-eyed Man
We are conditioned, convinced when we are but babes in arms Depends on the teacher to determine whether this helps, harms Despite where we live, we are persuaded to think as we are told In America, the United States of, we’re pressed into their mold Molded thus, in childhood, know we’ll have any life we […]
Could It Be?
Could it be I have heard voices From the bottom Of the sea Depths darkly Speaking Murmuring softly, Indistinct, unknown Language, dialect Unrecognized Marks my ignorance Can I distinguish Truth from lies Which lie behind The darkness Of my eyes More the fool Than wise Yet, I hear them I feel them Rising up Into […]
On the Town
Could it be I stop for coffee in the morning That it’s little to do with imbibing caffeine Could it be I am engaged in my sojourning Simply so I may see and by others be seen
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