Poetry

Emerging with shrill newborn wretched cries we know to take a front row seat to our lives  Eyes wide and bewildered we explore  Our world in 3D surmised  attention only…

Not linear, this life It’s squiggly with peaks and dips and tangents  And we try to make sense of it and try to re-orient Because we were made to believe…

Shouldn’t it be easier?Discombobulated as soon as the curtains closeFrequent highs to uncertain lowsI get up from a fever dream and the blues surround me like a blanket ready to…

Weary, pulped out  This fiction we wrote  It’s already worn its story out Remember last year; we stood here  We’ll take over the world, we said out loud Ask us…

Not really 😉 This was a poem I wrote a while ago and since it’s poetry month and because, with school, work and family I haven’t been writing much at…

This journey’s dawn has barely begunIt’s not quite past the fifth day Somewhere on some 40 acresSixty-one strangersSeeking succorTo enhance, advance and exploreOpened new doors Banded by hopeThey dream togetherLook…

The sun rises here I’m told But I see it only through peepholes Behind closed doors Veils of white clouds and fog And tall green Douglas firs The sun is…

The unseen and far away is far more alluring But it’s the mundane that has the most meaning Slow down, slow down into a silent simmer Sizzle in its wake…

You appear sea green under the foggy sky The gloom shades the eye But the sun’s uplifted position Changes your disposition To a brilliant, sparkling, bejeweled blue dye Now isn’t…

There’s no right thing I can say to you now There’s no wrong thing you can do Go there, anywhere you need to Anywhere it takes you whether you want…