Sunset Morning

Sunset Morning I step into another sunset morning Where my eyes are closed And I see the dreams The place where I don’t know what anything means Yet I know that not knowing means everything I hear the rhythms of distant stars They awake the heavens and Dance does meet With the sounds of the…

Glimpse

Glimpse I have seen a glimpse of angels Right here on the porch This morning eternity was in the creek Meandering through time’s torch While those of the highway overpass Went by toward their destinations All the while they still went by The creek moved still in contemplations It always has, it always will So…

Inspiration

Inspiration Sometimes I wait on inspiration to write Sometimes I can’t wait any longer That’s when it is called “work” And work it is Grimacing over every word and idea Fighting off the demons of criticism and lack Wishing that the winds would come Lifting me into the heavens Where everything is easy and light…

The Dance

The Dance I often get so frustrated That there isn’t an infinite amount of poetry in me I know I need to write it I can feel it in my chest I can feel it even Deeper than that I can feel it in the places where spirit and soul do flow Yet there is…

Poetry

Poetry has been good to me An outlet for all my rantings and ravings A method for taking the soot and the ashes And forming them into a beautiful pottery Then baked and made golden in the sunlight Poetry has been sunshine in the midst of the darkness A beauty and a treasure never quite…

Flying (Again)

Flying (Again) Sometimes I wonder what would happen If we would just let loose Let go of this imaginary control we have over ourselves And ride the winds of the free and fanciful I wonder where that would go I wonder if the world would know Just what it would be like to be completely…

Thanksgiving 2016

Thanksgiving 2016 Sometimes it’s simply good To relax To do nothing But listen Listen well Listen to classic Christmas songs Enjoy the sound of rain on the rooftop Hear the joys of warmth from a fire These are the things that make life, life The things that aren’t gotten with violence or storm   Or…

Black Walnut

 Black Walnut These trees have stood for over 100 years Growing Producing fruit Emanating a stalwart beauty Year after year they give Because year after year they take They take water in all its scarcity They take the minerals, the dirt They take the light, the dark Then give out food and shelter Beauty and…

The Swatter

The Swatter Last night I swatted a yellow wasp On the curtain above my bed He instantly disappeared from my view So I assumed that he was dead   Not so   This morning I found him near the door Mangled, wounded, but crawling He was trying desperately to move outside Despite his legs and…