Let’s pause and shift gears
and maybe even park our
weary bones, enjoy the brake.
~
Frenetic motion
drives us all too fast to see,
much less smell, any flowers
Let’s pause and shift gears
and maybe even park our
weary bones, enjoy the brake.
~
Frenetic motion
drives us all too fast to see,
much less smell, any flowers
Everybody needs
helping hands from time to time,
especially the helpers.
~
Sometimes it’s hard for
helpers to allow themselves
to shift and become the helped.
To know and be known
with acceptance and love – what
could improve on that?
~
Sometimes it’s better
to just do what needs doing
cloaked in anonymity.
Flashing open sign
in a locked and lightless store:
apparent allegory?
~
Sell the illusion
of openness. Maybe they
won’t notice what’s closed to them.
Smoke and counter-smoke
an eternal carnival
house of distortion mirrors.
~
If our leaders have
the integrity and will,
they’ll smoke out the truth.
Is that the song of
Spring we hear or is Winter
singing an encore?
~
The twitter of birds
argues for the “song of spring”.
Winter’s encore sounds harsher.
Spring is aptly named.
It springs back and forth between
winter and summer.
~
Focus on the sky.
Stormy clouds or sunny smirks
will presage coming weather.
The hole gets deeper,
the more frantically they dig.
Soon they’ll need ladders, not walls.
~
And all those who have
done this unholy digging ?
Buried beneath their own dirt.
What colors does Spring
call forth in you as Winter
slowly says goodbye?
~
My heart’s buoyed by
new blue wellsprings bubbling
‘neath this, long, rusty winter.
Stress, tension, and tics;
side-effects of this rat race,
unless we pause to create.
~
Relief comes when we
stop running races we can’t
win. Then the fun can begin.
To keep from sinking
in a sea of despair, why
not put on love’s life jacket?
~
Love can drag down
if you surrender reason
in favor of attraction.
Critique, when offered,
even gently, with kindness,
may feel like criticism.
~
Almost always we’re
velcro for the negative,
teflon for the positive.
Do big guns make small
men feel powerful and like
they finally matter?
~
Impotent men with
their omnipotent egos,
oft cling to firepower.
Don’t expect her to
be all emotive and shit;
That ain’t her style!
~
Words a son who knows
his mom well would say – Thank you
for celebrating this day.
When reason knocks at
our door, will we have enough
love to open it?
~
Reason’s gentle raps
are often overshadowed
by fury’s loveless drumming.
Deep contentment comes
when belly, heart, and mind are
aligned and at peace.
~
Underestimate
sacral, throat, and the third eye
and content will elude you.
There is a difference
between pride and hubris,
some just can’t tell which is which.
~
Puffed up, inflated
or just pleasantly fulfilled?
There’s a world of difference.
The White House went dark.
How will we know what’s figure
and what’s ground? What will shed light?
~
We must look within,
when sudden darkness descends,
for beacons to light our way.
Hasty lines in sand
lead to unintended strife
when egos come in to play.
~
If egos learned to
play, perhaps then there would be
more enjoyment and less strife.
Daffodils brighten
the landscape and remind us
Spring is on the way.
~
Spring IS on the way,
but my fellow poet has
surely fled the scene.
Belying blue skies
and sunny, springlike, weather
comes grey news of grim futures.
~
If they would just stop
denying reality,
we’d have a brighter future.
March morning – not much
warmth, but lots of light, like all
those hard truths we’ve come to know.
~
Harsh light can’t banish
lingering sinister chills
but can dispel illusions.
Practice makes perfect
or so they say, but who are
they anyway?
~
Mostly amateurs,
too puffed up and self assured
to embrace imperfections.
In the day’s hurry
may we pause and remember
what really matters.
~
Calm’s overrated…
or, at least, I think it is…
I really can’t remember.