Rain in May The biggest lesson of today A day of rain and cold and quiet Is to enjoy Yes, it’s the midst of May The time of sun and warmth and flowers and green Yet Those things aberrant are often the very things we need To see our lives in a whole new way…
Category: Free Verse Poetry
Grape Vine
Grape Vine I guess it’s good for your work to outlive you It’s good for your DNA to travel on Sometimes I’m not so sure what to focus on Build and work, work and build Live and love, Love and live Maybe it’s all a both and an and I keep coming back to that…
The Center
The Center The Center is clear Everything that radiates from it Blurs and blurs No color is lost Still the center is clear And all that align with it Even the peripheral Even the immature Even the things never noticed They are clear when they rest at the center So it is with you and…
Authenticity
Authenticity I’m flat on my back Staring at the stillness of the ceiling fan Listening to the noise get greater and greater Feeling the silence envelop me This is prayer of the purest sort This raw exposure below 3 incandescent bulbs Their light speaks vacant emptiness Except “close your eyes and feel the nothing.” I…
Musings on a Sunday (Unfinished)
Musings on Sunday (Unfinished) We often feel we must have something to say We must have this profound wisdom This answer And we must have it now Give it now Know it now Yet we really live in the midst of a vast universe Unknown Untouched Never experienced Still we think we know…
Rose Garden
Rose Garden There is a real hope And it hurts. To lean into it, No, to dive full on into it Is the destiny of humanity But there within its living form are so many thorns Painful, hideous thorns Disappointment, disillusionment Failure, rejection These are the thorns on the roses of hope And they are…
Great Ones
Great Ones There are many great ones on the earth Not because they are known Not because they are wealthy Not because they are influential or powerful But because they care Because they love Because they live life the way a human being lives life Loving one another Loving those that cross their paths Whether…
Winter Blahs
Winter Blahs It’s difficult to write poetry When you’re dead inside Everything is lifeless Everything is irritating I’m not sure how that happens Feeling irritation when you’re dead But that’s when it seems to happen the most Every little thing Is like a huge boulder Dropping on your toes Over and over again In some…
The Rushing
The Rushing Let’s just sit here and stare at the screen, shall we? Let’s just sit here and stare Thinking nothing, going nowhere Life seems to be nothing But a series of distracting interruptions Destroying any sense of creativity A giant ocean trapped by a dam of crumbling earth How ridiculous is that? Maybe that…
