Sounds of my dysfunction…pales in the silence of snow drifting. A prayer for forgiveness grows silent among the echo found in seclusion. Among the shuffling timbers, I hear more than what is apparent. Stumbling around my humanness…I grasp the acoustics … Continue reading Sounds of Drifting
I turn back, time and time, again…to the voice and words of Frost. Having spent time with similar, familiar demons, self induced negativity and judgment from beings…I, too, did not ask for in my life…There was a slight, speck of dust in time, where I turned to poetry and it’s suffering. We all, each and everyone of us, can find the art needed to get us…not only out…but through! Oven Bird by Robert Frost There is a singer everyone has heard, Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird, Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again. … Continue reading A Favorite Poem
Typical mid winter’s bane… reflections…running, fracturing, snapping from restraint. A sideshow for those wanting truth. To live in the veneer of fragments… To live behind the mask. Continue reading Cleaning Windows
When a poet dies….Another poet gets their wings! The Family by Mary Oliver The dark things of the wood Are coming from their caves, Flexing muscle. They browse the orchard, Nibble the sea of grasses Around our yellow rooms, Scarcely … Continue reading Rest in Peace – Mary Oliver
Death patted the worn leather couch. Placed in frigid temperatures…the seat seemed to come from 1970…or there about. He did not offer a love song. Though in his icy stare… it had been apparent to see the End wished for … Continue reading the End of a Love Song
