Put up a pattern Label it green Feel the life moving, It’s ever so serene.
Tumbleweed – April 12, 2019
As the tumbleweed preforms it’s tap I sit front row, center, Attentively awaiting it’s show. I watch it travel by, Over and over. The same dance, Over and over. Skt—Skt—ttt—ttt—Skt-Skt-Skt-Skt—-Skt. Over and over, The same song sings, the dance it brings. Somehow this recital never grows old, Keep on watching.
Path Weaver – May 21, 2019
The lonely road, Nobody chooses. Few end up walking It’s length. The path lined with flowers Is much more enticing. Warm and inviting, Full of others making their way. Each filled with lessons. Each deceptive for what they are. Your strength in the moment Can guide you in your choice. I advise, To listen wisely … Continue reading Path Weaver – May 21, 2019
Trees – October 10, 2018
Tossing and turning, Waving and bent. The sensation is freeing. Stretching as far as your eye will take you. Flittering as the wind flops Front to back. Whooshing in synchrony, The tippy tops. I lose myself in blowing trees, Endlessly Whirling away. Where ever your subconscious takes you.
Release – April 19, 2018
To feel the breath release, And know I made the first step. Clear as a mountain lake, I made no mistake. I went for the jugular, and didn’t look back. No easy path, I know. I’ve searched high and low. The words forced from my bowels From some unknown source A lifetime without speaking my … Continue reading Release – April 19, 2018
Blurred – October 28, 2018
She is gone, Left long ago. The agony that sieges my life Sprinkles, Then pours. I try to move forward, No pain allowed. Time mixed sorrow with anger, it is me. This topic is not easy, it’s not clear cut, or black and white. It’s so grey the lines have blurred where the ocean meets … Continue reading Blurred – October 28, 2018
Collide – April 16, 2019
The moon is life, Our ultimate destruction. Born together, Pulled apart. One day we will collide, And that will be the end as we know it.
Rain Drops – April 14, 2019
Rain drops gently fall on water Tingle with each drop Playing in my mind.
The Bud Pops – April 9, 2019
As the branch bends, The bud pops. I slide down each arm of life, Stopping. Breathing in it’s new beginning. The old stem has come back, alive. Once again Anew with joy Perky toward the sky. I linger Hoping It’s vitality Will seep into me. As the bud pops, I smell sweet life Fresh in … Continue reading The Bud Pops – April 9, 2019
Break Through – March 10, 2019
A bad mood Surrounds me, Like a warm blanket. The rays of light try to penetrate my cover.
Springtime – April 7, 2019
Dirt, Wet dog, Worms, Fish, always fish. The smell creeps up on me, As spring turns the corner.
Her Prairie – April 3, 2019
I hold this little memory In the palm of my hand A box that lurches open With the snap of a band Always dusty And filled with her scent Flowers and the breeze. She grew a small garden In the back corner of our yard Lilies of the valley were her favorite With spicy pops … Continue reading Her Prairie – April 3, 2019
Sun – April 3, 2019
You are made of sun, A light I cannot touch.
Space and Time – April 2, 2019
As I motor through the realm of space and time, Gliding over the rolling hills of clouds, Inside the bluest brightest sky, Where the air is crisp, biting at my cheeks, Is she up here? Will I see her bicycling by? As I sit and wait for her grand appearance, My mind is a vessel … Continue reading Space and Time – April 2, 2019
Cut Down – March 31, 2019
Up and tall, shoulders rolled back, chin pushed toward the sky, hair tucked neatly behind her ears. -CUT DOWN- Push forward, don't look back, stay small, absorbing all vibes. Over, and over, and over again. -CUT DOWN- Quick sand in his shoes, hunched and drooping, chin folded up, messy and knotted. -CUT DOWN- Pull within, … Continue reading Cut Down – March 31, 2019
Sway – March 28, 2019
The bend of the trees in the breeze, Can take your worries away if you please.
Insatiable – March 28, 2019
The Light I swallow, implodes my belly Leaving me hungry for more.
Fluid – March 24, 2019
Have you herd? Grief is fluid. Open the gates, And let the horses run!
Flood – March 21, 2019
The water lurches onto the land, Suffocating everything it covers. A blanket of beauty, twinkling as the sun bounces it’s rays, shimmering along it’s path. Underneath this mysterious enigma, it shields the unknown and invisible. The constant movement, flowing to nowhere. Just keeps going, And moving, And smothering under the blanket of beauty, always glistening. … Continue reading Flood – March 21, 2019
Branches – January 12, 2018
The quiet stirs. The sad seeps in. The anger is not far behind. Now, I catch myself. I shuffle through my pocket of happy, Hoping, to quickly find a thought. Clear a new path to wander. The cycle continues, Until my path resembles the branches of a tree. Thankful for the choices it's many directions … Continue reading Branches – January 12, 2018