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.