You and I have floated here on the stream that springs from the fount… Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in youThe memories of all loves merging with this one love of oursAnd the songs of every poet past … Continue reading Earth and Blood 2.0
“Go sell crazy someplace else, we’re all stocked up here.” —Jack Nicholson, As Good As It Gets Like many Americans, this past week found me standing between empty grocery store shelves as older adults around me shook their heads, stating that they’ve never seen anything like this. March of 2020 will go down in history … Continue reading Panic At The Winco!
“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.” John Milton, Paradise Lost Dry eyes stared unblinking through the windshield, until cars, and lights, and asphalt became an almost unintelligible blur. I had cried out all my tears again. Nothing remained except a sharp, insistent … Continue reading A Hell of Heaven: Moments That Define
Five minutes to noon. I drag my rebellious body from the covers, forcing my heavy limbs to move up and down and forward, slowly making my way down the hallway. I couldn’t even attempt to stand up before now. My heart flutters and thunders irregularly. Racing. Aching. Breath comes only in short gasps. In the … Continue reading No Matter What, Keep Starting Over!
I just heard it again yesterday: “Adulting is hard.” We all can relate to that reality, but the mode of expression always brings a chuckle to my internal self. During my college years, I remember watching the rise of this verbal extension (adulting) with some amusement, and I’ve wondered if there’s ever been a generation … Continue reading Childhood Is Overrated
A sudden light has caught my eye Auroras flash beyond grey sky Like burst of breath, and fluff of white My dandelion spirit flight A rush of tingling scarlet juice When berries bursting bathe the tooth My synapses in rapture grope The flavor of this morsel– Hope Continue reading A Beautiful Morsel
My mind is the mind of poets They comprehend my ill Yet—ah—my faltering artistry Falls far behind them still There burned a familiar pathos There pierced a familiar thorn There thrilled a familiar fancy In those who penned before Still beckoning from their pages So eloquent the lines Whose tones like silk and … Continue reading Poets
~Don’t be a hypocrite. If you wish others to be open minded, open your own mind.~ I have a little confession to make—I don’t like one-way streets! In all my years I never have been able to settle upon even one good reason for their existence. Apparently the system was first introduced to London in … Continue reading One Way Streets
Within my skull a stranger roams Away across the cobblestones So long upon the weary way So long in homeward coming One more bend my heart recalls ‘Til wistful gaze discern the walls of home Oh the sweet sight of home! An end for all my roving See it now? The open door— My barefoot … Continue reading Homecoming
Tick, tick, tick. Time moves slow across my face. Another night of reminiscing that I’d prefer to dream away. It’s been months since my lifelong insomnia has bedded down with me. The introduction of an essential oil diffuser tremendously improved my sleep quality ever since I made the investment. But now the old familiar wakefulness … Continue reading Sleepless
Solitude—no longer lonely Over velvet green and hill Berry sweet—this sense of You Emancipation from my former thorns within Serene as evening When each wing has found its respite from the wind No longer only With the fickle ebb and flow of time or mood You wrap around my world and fill my lungs Like … Continue reading Serenity
The forest is a gallery Where autumn blithe comes painting With sweeping stride the countryside And finds me there escaping Summer wanes, my passion breathes For northern oak and maple leaves As red as life that pulses new within me Verdure flutters from the trees Like amber floating on the breeze There never lived an … Continue reading Autumn
Across the emerald crest of earth A gentle zephyr blows She stirs the languid bowers And the cool of eve bestows The noble trees give shade and strength The vines upon them trust And blossoms fair perfume the air But I am only dust The sapphire stream refreshes As she dances on her way She … Continue reading Only Dust
Strokes with no rhyme, the shades of art The ceaseless longings in my heart In restless whine, the green of time I seek to hush its stirring Colors blur, afraid, unsure But finally believing Silent voices, brilliant lines By eloquence deceiving (?) Tease and stay by night and day As silk and satin dreams do … Continue reading Shades of Art
A psalm of rest seems mocking me No flock upon this path I see My shoulders ache beneath my load So weary is the soul When have we lain in pastures fresh? For many a mile, I must confess My lips could not your promise vaunt I shall not want I shall not want What … Continue reading A Psalm For The Drought