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.

How can we apply

the Occam’s Razor precept

to human motivations?

~

No need to pretty

things up. We basically want

 what we want when we want it.

When the dust begins

to settle and the air starts

to clear, what becomes of fear?

~

In the aftermath,

as the fog of war burns off,

past terrors feel less fearsome.

The pendulum swings,

but the day and I stall so

I decide to sleep.

~

All clocks require

periodic rewinding

to continue keeping time.

Lasting change begins

when we tenderly hold who

we were, are, and still could be.

~

Guess the time has come

to resort to movie quotes:

“I have no response to that!”

Trying to change roles

from rescuer to coach – not

as easy as it might seem.

~

Sometimes coaches must

just let the swimmer flounder

until they hit their rhythm.

That Bald Eagle feasts,

unfazed by speeding traffic,

upon this road-killed carcass.

~

Sometimes the feaster

himself becomes the feast as

many opportunists learn.

Bite-sized poetry –

it doesn’t have to be an

epic to make your heart sing.

~

Sometimes a light snack

nourishes the spirit more

than a heavy, meaty, meal.

Crocus demonstrate

even when all seems bleakest

life and hope remain.

~

Even when unseen

 hope is always there, ready,

like the crocus, to flower.