Sending out shockwaves
of peace
nothing to shoot down
with drones.
Outburst
Tag: seeing others
Spirit of Place
in a search
that brought me here
upon a helm
of transformation
to cleanse my thoughts
of introspection
and focus on people’s healing
the task is naught
i often fear
then hope arrives upon the clouds
to shelter us from sudden doom
and resume our fervent cry
in hopes the heavens hear
the daily drumbeat we supply
Last night i took the time to acknowledge how grateful i am for all this beauty surrounding my senses. Peace resides here. And within my body.
There will always be turmoil in the world. We must search for the presence of the Creator in whatever place we call home.
Front Doors
Daily walks produce
a scattering of petals
meant to pave day’s peace
A need exists
We often know the future
the sky speaks of what is to come
and yet we fail to read the faces passing us by
everyday the sun sinks further
into our bellies of gluttony
seeking pleasure at the expense of our neighbor.
Summer High
Never mind the lucky clover
we drew up plans under the sycamore
the sun directly above our heads
white buds erupted with sweet
the day we first met.
Unfinished thoughts
Kill
or be killed
is that the only way
man knows how to live?
Up in the mountains
one can see
two points of view
in the near
and far of knowing.
Missed the deadline
the looming cloud hung high
the strings attached, dangling
her grip was loose
his legs wobbly.
One is never ready
the magic of dreams
once it pushes heads into reality
you feel the tender reed bend
and wrap around beating hearts.
I have gone looking
to find our resting place
here and forevermore.
Silent reflections radiate -loudly
meter beats ponder
the tempo of marching feet.
I wrote my heart on paper
you stopped the wind
-grasped my thoughts
wrapped by sweetened flesh and salted sweat.
Do not despair
darkness pervades air
sheltering prayer covers face
one more night to bare
The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss – an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. – is sure to be noticed. —Søren Kierkegaard
Have you noticed yourself slipping into the quiet of thought? What can you do to keep yourself afloat? Who answers your call when you shout?
2022
Im really looking forward to 2022. Wow! Can you believe how far we have come?
Wind swept
my hair in a bun
half-naked neck exposed
getting cold
perturbed by my lack of sense
holding onto a love
having been long dead
The chief beauty about time is
that you cannot waste it in
advance. The next year, the next
day, the next hour are lying ready
for you, as perfect, as unspoiled,
as if you had never wasted or
misapplied a single moment in all
your life. You can turn over a new
leaf every hour if you choose.
Arnold Bennett
How to Live on 24 Hours a Day
seasons: a poetic journey 