It’s possible to journey
without leaving home.
It just takes an open mind.
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If your mind is closed,
no matter where you travel,
you’ll take your prison with you
It’s possible to journey
without leaving home.
It just takes an open mind.
~
If your mind is closed,
no matter where you travel,
you’ll take your prison with you
Meteor flahes
Cirrus clouds illuminate
Coyotes howl undaunted
~
To coyotes such
things are all in a day’s howl
which they’ve perfected.
We hope for honor
and truth from those we elect.
Instead we get what the heck.
~
When we’re left a choice
between graft or corruption,
disengagement has appeal.
Sun shining brightly.
Frosty grass snap-crackling.
a crisp January morn.
~
We have to take care
not to add plop to snap
crackle on our frosty walks.
When things fall in place
after a time when nothing
went right, we rejoice.
~
Seems a miracle!
…but, in fact, it’s a product
of grit and perseverance.
A sublime silence
descends after heavy rains
punctuated by slow drips.
~
Today as the sun
rises and mist ascends, sweet
silence fills the space.
The crows have their own
way of singing in the rain.
It’s not music to our ears.
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One man’s melody
may be your cacophony;
Guess it’s good you’re not a crow.
One lone maple tree,
planted here, so far from home,
brings joy, despite its sorrow.
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Relocation can
bring both joy and sorrow
as we settle in.
Sometimes there’s nothing
to salvage and it is then
best to just let go.
~
Most things in this world
have some real salvage value
but is it worth all that work?
In the cold grey dawn.
after dancing one last dance.
it’s time to pay the piper.
~
And the memories
of that last dance will bring us
pleasure beyond price.
Miracles happen
and sometimes we’re on schedule,
but mostly we aren’t.
~
Schedules, sages say,
comfort neurotics and are
safety nets for simpletons.
Oh! Dear! Another
stillborn poetic promise
published before inception
~
Poetry resists
schedules and defies all of
our best intentions.
Another rainy
day, but not a real cold one –
that helps a whole lot.
~
Rainy days provide
Not just the promise of spring
but also time to reflect.
We all seek guidance
as we travel through this world…
some navigate by instinct.
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Whether from outside
or inside, we seek light in
order to find the best way.
Rising sun, rising
mist – nature’s gentle signal
that we should rise too.
~
Some rise misty eyed;
Others as bright as the sun.
As for me, I lounge abed.
In less than a year
a detente, of sorts, achieved.
Cat and New Dog share my bed.
~
They’re probably so glad
to have you back, they don’t want
to disturb the peace.
In late afternoon
the sun paid us a visit,
but didn’t stay long.
~
With places to go
and others to shine upon
there was no time to linger.
The multihued glow
of a chill winter sunset
warms the soul if not the flesh.
~
Our souls need to be
warmed whether by sunsets or
just by happenstance.
Warm, sunny days ease
discomfort, bring relief from
the stalking of colds.
~
Northward, bitter rains
instill a bone-deep shiver
harsher than the deepest snow.
Too much fun and games
interferes with deeper thoughts,
thus, poetic negligence!
~
Hacking coughs, feeling
tired, runny noses – block
poetic inspiration.
Foofaraw City –
my name for the bird feeder
where chaos frequently reigns.
~
Maybe after two
attempted populist coups,
they will discard that playbook?
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When winning is all
that matters, losers refuse
to accept defeat.
Cardinals bring color
to these January days
and help keep the blues at bay
~
Riots of color
brighten the drab winterscape,
even if only in spots.
May there be a calm
before the breaking chaos,
or, at least, a hiatus?
~
Drama kings and queens
will ensure that chaos rules
as long as they have the throne.
Just to see the light
of the sun caress the leaves
soothes our housebound souls.
~
There’s light in finding
loyal and faithful children
who bring soothing comfort food.
Chaos waves hello
whenever we get comfy,
likely to keep us focused.
~
A wave is ok,
but an extended visit
is really overwhelming.
We take our wellness
for granted until sickness
pays us a visit.
~
Some relish sickness.
Perhaps they feel unworthy
to bask in a healthy glow?
Precise ritual
nourishes the heart and soul
of the sacred space.
~
Knox and the two cats
have rituals of their own
which I must follow.
The morning sun made
quite an entrance. The sky turned
red in anticipation.
~
Every sailor knows
what red skies in morning mean;
do you know something different?
Time is of essence
when our need is the greatest;
otherwise, it ebbs and flows.
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Hopefully as time
goes by we finally learn
how to ride the waves.