Category Archives: Connection

A blinding sun and rippling waters
Are an inspired sight, soothing a
Tired heart calming the weakened
Nerves. It distracts the mind from
Everyday worry. The ordinary will
Be made into a feat or a fete. We
Will celebrate the running river and
Toast the brilliant sun. Allow it to
Allow us the joy of a summer day
As it turns towards autumn. Our
Thoughts are not autumnal, you 
Know. They can not be now under 
This bright sunlight with eddies 
Capping white and clean, all in 
Motion, moving forward steadily.
There's a sea out there somewhere
It will meet. River and ocean kissed
By the dazzling sun become one.

Moon verse

Describe your life in an alternate universe.

I told you about the man who's
Been living on the moon. He has
A source of water so he like we
Stays hydrated. But you didn't ask
About him or his issues with food
On account of there's no cheese
There. You wanted to hear about
My life in an alternate universe not
His. On the moon. My alternates
Are deep in the core of this green
Earth. [Still no cheese.] Truth to tell
Not very green deep in the center
Of the earth, in its beautiful heart.
Life up on top was lusher, greener 
More verdant but that's just being
Redundant. Alternative universes
Swirl among the stars. I am over 
The moon. Somewhere behind 
Our sun and up over the rainbow
We can play dodging black holes
And golf ball sized meteors no 
Longer buried deep inside earth.
This is some alternative to life as
I have known it; as we know it.

Seeking joy

I need to find more joy to
Fight sadness, to combat
Sorrow. 
There is joy in caring, and
In loving.
It's there, the love, but it is
Entangled in sadness; I am
Tripped up by sorrow. He,
My love, my dearest, he is
Sweet and funny. It makes
Me sad to see him dismiss
Logic.
To see him lost or confused.
To see him struggle with the
Elementary.
And lose his way, time and 
Time again.
Lose his sense of time. Lose
His sense.
Time and time again. Lose
His sense of life's direction.
I need to find more joy. To
Combat sorrow. To fight the
Sadness.
There's the love. Love is there.
There's always the love. There
Is joy in the love.

As in reining

Dogs or cats?

Dogs. Cats. Funny animals.
Smart puppies. Silly cats. All
Wise. Sage cats, secure in 
Who they are. Playful dogs,
Worrying a stick or fetching
A ball. My dog never did that!
Fetch or even "go, get it, boy"
Was beyond his remit. Tug at
His leash hard enough to drag
My 10 year self along the street.
Dogs. Cats. Companions and
Friends. Anthropomorphisized
To their harm and maybe ours. 
Dogs, cats, pals and playmates.
When we've run out of words
Or words cease to be enough
What will we do? How will we
Say I care, I love, you matter?
Where will our hearts go when
The words aren't there? They
Will run down our hands and
Drip out from our fingertips

Six in the wings

Talk Up

Condescension is a deep disrespect 
Youngsters need never be talked 
Down to and oldsters should always
Be heard. There is no up or down 
Only the sideways of conversation. 
Hear me out on this. I speak from 
The heart but I consult my head as
Well. I do not deem to condescend.

Crocuses

Intimations of spring have
Gone with that season, the
Crocuses withdrawing into
The earth. Leaves drop now,
Changing like faded memory,
Fleeing the balding trees and
Waiting for snow to blanket
Them and keep them warm
Against winter's bluster. Time
Is sometimes kinder, or harsh
Like those rippling winds that
Nip at bared faces and foretell
The long, dreaded cold to come





Does It Matter





Does it matter if we shudder
In delight or fear? The body
Is versatile, owning shivers
Of pleasure as surely as ones 
Feeling the cold. Sensation 
Should be intimate, personal,
Ours not any strangers with
Whom we share a moment or,
Just as random,  spend a life. 





One Day





One day, I awoke from
Dreams of aspiration,
Of awe and admiration.
I simply stepped into a
Life of contentment. It
Was as if that box I pulled
Down from the shelf held
One more recipe. Add a
Pinch of cinnamon and
Find in it the happiness 
That eludes. Accept the
Gift. Savor all moments.
Dreams or nightmares,
They are you, waking or
Asleep, it is all the same.





The Observer





If I observe you, will you
Sit still until I have drawn
Every sinew of your hands
Til I have mastered your
Face with the strokes of
My pen or painted your
Lips in watercolors. If I
Am the observer I must
Also be the artist who
Captures your body and
Spirit, all the important
Details, all the fine lines.
When I observe you, will
You lie still until I see 
You complete, until I
Sculpt or paint or just
Tell your features for
Posterity and for now.
You are loved. You will
Not be trapped on my
Canvas. I will free you.
My gaze will free you.





Untitled 





Sometimes life steals from us, little by little.
It takes our ambition, our dignity, our honor.
Accomplishments and pride slip away, hide
In the attic or slide into the cellar, even when
We have no cellar, and the attic is just an old
Worn down trunk. We have no place to go to
Any more; all that we were goes no place too.
Sometimes life steals from us, little by little.
It takes our ambition, our dignity, our honor.
Accomplishments and pride slip away, hide
In the attic or slide into the cellar, even when
We have no cellar, and the attic is just an old
Worn down trunk. We have no place to go to
Any more; all that we were goes no place too.