Incomparable You… What would you say to me tonight as I ruminate on the words of an old prayer “accept the things I cannot change” … For even as I found the courage to face what I thought I could not, and found the wisdom to keep most of my words light ~ like your…
Category: Poetry
Remembering
I remember your huge smile Each nuance of your body The feel of your hair Your smell All of those conversations that lasted until we fell asleep at 2 or 3 in the morning All of the natural wonders we found in our own backyard And each of the treasures we found off the beaten…
Petals of Perspective
A multitude of vignettes bloom Opening before me as petals of arose Freeing transient perspectives To light on my mind and heart As the kiss of a butterfly carrying the seeds To fertilize a mind offering it’s nectar To be fed upon for it’s wisdom. That I should be so blessed for the vision To…
Coffee House
Late summer dawn punctuated By hints of nostalgic promises of fall breezes And steamy cups of coffee and imagination All around are noises of cooperation In preparation for the day A bright Hallelujah to the Creator Drawn from the hearts to the narrative of activity Prayers for another day of bounty and companionship To stave…
Work in Progress
Sometimes a poem can take years to develop… sometimes they never do. Left unfinished… Differences found within detail and inference Where the conceptual meets the spiritual Creating a lyrical medium to disrupt the tedium So your heart wants to linger on what your mind can’t put it’s finger on Because the distractions lie in the…
Someday…
Grieving the dream, Slowly letting go of all that desire entails left dazed by the choices and circumstances that led to this moment. Craving connection, to be seen and loved for all I am at the deepest levels, not only by my own eyes, but by another with whom I can once again share the…
A little soul searching in the dark…
Wandering through the maze of hurt and fear To get back to the wisdom of my soul Tearing down walls of illusions Built to protect me from what I feared most To find that the pain I was running from ‘twas fear itself, of myself For all my desire to fully feel A passion as…
waking dreams
Can’t sleep, but not quite awake enough to string a coherent group of thoughts into a concept Like the chronicles of my youth The physiognomy of ideas Splatter themselves across a blank page In random succession Leaving me in awe Of the cycles in which change and wisdom Dance in exquisite synergy Weaving hope into…
Restless
restless like rain driven by the wind in the stormy alcoves of the mind truth stands ready to leap from the tip of my tongue, fingers, a pen… eager to present herself beyond the evanescent shadows illuminated by lightning enlightened moments soothe the soul when shared with others yet remain intangible, ineffable in the cold…
Soul-cialist Tendencies 