All things considered,

I suppose there’s greater sins

than not starting a poem?

~

You might ask the great

Creator who might suggest

non-writers anonymous.

Disposing of stuff

I never used and forgot

I had. Feeling much lighter.

~

But one day, and soon,

you’ll remember a thing,

you need but no longer have!

Dichotomous halves

always seeking unity

endlessly arguing means.

~

Which can lead us to

conclude that half a loaf might

be better than one.

Knox met a possum

today, didn’t understand

why he wouldn’t play.

~

That marsupial

was playing his game with Knox.

He just did not understand.

Like climbing mountains,

seems an apt comparison

to describe recovery.

~

Especially when

it seems you’ve been in a long,

narrow valley for some time.

Golden buttercups,

like tiny bits of sunshine,

brighten my lawn and my day.

~

At the forest verge

violet wood sorrel blooms

peek from beneath fallen leaves.

Not so long ago

you were the young son of a

young mother. Now we’re both old.

~

Hopefully wisdom,

acquired through many years,

replaces long lost vigor.

One has to wonder

why kind of pro forma act

leads one to like a blank screen

~

Maybe in this age

of too muchness, some folks find

relief in the void.

Watching the birds feed

every day feeds me more than

the birdseed feeds them.

~

Any little seed

planted in rich, fertile, ground

will take root, grow, and flourish.

Sometimes when we try

to make change for the better,

some things just seem to get worse.

~

Like when we sharply

reduce our sugar intake

and become a sour puss?

An age old question:

why can’t they see the wisdom

of my words and ways.

~

Interesting thing-

One’s perception of wisdom

often differs from others.

Deep conversations,

supposed to build friendships,

often just foster discord.

~

If you’re going to

swim in deep waters, make sure

your companion wants to go.

This rainy day seems

to have washed our words away.

We will write another day.

On this Easter day

may our hearts rise up to meet

each other with love.

~

Eternities entombed

Does not begin to hobble

Those imbrued in love.

High speed internet

here at last! Grandchildren might

linger longer now.

~

…on the other hand…

“I.T, Guy” installed software

to “troubleshoot” from far away.

With insomnia

One might expect more product:

Awake don’t equal focused!

~

Focus is sometimes

beyond our dreams whether we’re

asleep or awake.

This creative rush

trying to sweep me away:

Gulf Stream, or just rip-current?

~

It could be that it’s

simply an outpouring of

genuine creative joy.

Even though the sky

is dark and covered with clouds,

the sun is still there.

~

The sun’s always there

Spreading warmth, if not it’s light

Upon the creatures below

The mind plays games

with incoming data sets,

crafting strange realities.

~

Ah, the stories we

can tell using whatever

data, true or not, we find.

Saw heron and hawk

today, modeling both how

to balance and how to soar.

~

Saw possum and fox

tonight, modeling their skills;

when to freeze or run away.

When bombarded with

stuff, it’s hard to pause and breathe,

but it’s better if we do.

~

All that stuff; worthless!

Unless, we experience

every faceted aspect.

When our views are fixed

and we fixate on things we

can’t fix we can come unglued.

~

Even I can not

affix some deeper meaning

to that broken start, sorry.

At each other’s throats

about every little thing

though it’s all unimportant.

~

Rather than being

at each other’s throat, let us

listen to each other’s heart.

Some days we seem to

be thwarted at every turn.

Patience Tests, please take a rest!

~

Obstructions challenge

some people to exercise

greater creativity.

The poet’s not proud

to receive his accolades…

but his dad’s got that in spades!

~

May he savor this

sweet moment as much as his

proud family does!

It feels good to know

you’ve given your best ’til your

inner critic demands more.

~

Critics need to learn

they can’t let perfection be

their only yardstick.

As daylight’s hope fades

into ever darker night

we clutch the promise of dawn.

~

Day to dusk to night

to dawn – yet still we resist

the cyclic nature of time.

Tornado warning

interrupts argument. We

find a shelter in silence.

~

Sometimes bad events

can produce great advancement

in a way nothing else can.