Category Archives: Gratitude

Perchance

My thoughts transform objects into
Mythological shapes. The pillow a
Shield. I am grasping at straws. In
My defense, my medieval dreams
Protect me. I stave off the attacks
Of spears or dragons. I will awake
To reality and there, the nightmare

Lucky

Life should be a gift everyday
Not just Thursdays or the day
The sun is shining but even if
It's overcast or cloudy. It's life 
Man. Enjoy it for all the joy of
Every color of the sky, of each
Blade of grass and the tulips
When they pop out of loam 
At the foot of a tree, yellow
Or red. I love the ones that I
Think are purple but it's the
Black ones that are rare. If
It's July and there aren't any
Tulips to enjoy, the buzzing
Bees are making honey or
We can pick blueberries or
Eat bananas and cream or
Bagels or sniff the lilacs if
Roses aren't in our yards.
We can shamble with the
Best of 'em until our dream
Merits the.expectation to
Call.us the best, brightest
Upcoming or was there and
Moving on, variety is peak
Fortitude, the maximum of
Everything we sample and
Try. Life is.up for grabs so
Let's grab the day and be
Present for all of it. Dark
Or gloomy or as cheerful
As uncle Harry at a party
Surrounded by favorites
Seeing my mum or your
Dad. Make everyday full
Of joy or adventure. It's
As if you care and want
More. Appreciate each
Day while life shares its
Gifts with you, sunshine 
Or clouded, silent or loud.

In love

I say I love you, 
And yes it's true.
I love you. Now
More than ever
I did. More in 
Every way. I am
Deeply in love.
I am there for
You to protect
You; to minister.
You were my
Precious one
Always. I fell
Hard. I fell for
You as never
For anyone. I
Had crushes.
Of course. A 
Boy turned my
Head or held
My interest. It
Was never this
Intense. I am 
Completely as
Besotted today
As I was when
Our love was
Young and new.
I say I love you
And yes it's true.

Winter’s wolf

The sassy moon fulsome and
Full, plump, hanging low in the
Center of my sky, even as the
Morning light begins to clear
Away the night that was never
Truly dark under the shine of
That fat moon or the electricity
From high-rises in its vicinity
Skies at night have no right to
Be so bright, and if they must
Be so, the moon should be the
Only beacon, the only light that
Paves the way, the sassy moon,
The savvy moon, January's light

Heat

It's cold. We all agree on that.
The sky even looks cold. It's 
Giving me an icy stare when 
I cast my gaze at its horizon.
Over my right shoulder, I feel
Heat, warming my ear. I turn
To see the blinding low-lying 
Sun, the culprit, and the hero
Of my tale. It has cut through
Reaching me mid-crossing, a
Cozy embrace, so unexpected 
But so very welcome today.

Sky…lines

Today, I am surrounded by that
Same sky I admired a few days
Ago. Well, not same. Clouds are 
So versatile that no two days in 
A row or set apart by a few days
And a new year evoke the same
Sky. It's new and billowing in a
Breeze, although the clouds are
Stiller than my hat which blows
Off, stopping at my outstretched 
Hand. It's right to complain that
The gusts make the cold colder. 
Ah, sure, but oh my there's that
Sky!

Simply put

The stranger and less familiar
The greater the pull. Unusual
Words want me to use them,
To sprinkle them over the top
Like so much sweet garnish
Over common expressions,
Expanding meanings from the
Ordinary, trivial. Meandering 
Far from what you think you're 
Saying to a novel thought on
A different trajectory. You've 
Built a tree of ideas, branches
Alive with the unexpected, the
Consequences of imaginative
Thinking opens adjacent ideas.
Strange and unfamiliar words.
Transform an idiom, so it's ass
Over teakettle with excitement.
Simply put, give it a new verve.