For good

Describe a man who has positively impacted your life.

Life's little positives 
A smile, a caress, acts
Of thanks, and grace
The appreciative ones
They show they care
Their care is apparent
And transparent. All
Given freely and from
The heart wherein the
Positive resides and 
Flourishes. It thrives
On energy exchanged
And willed, recognized
And shared like a meal
Or the bike only one
Of you owned, but 
Both used as needed.
It's yours. It's mine. 
Ours together as the
Need arises. We meet
It. Together. Positive.

Secretive

What was the last thing you did for play or fun?

Watching the waters
What is the river hiding?
What secret does the
Water hold deep or in
The shallows under the
Cover of rippling eddies?
Or gentle waves in the
Shallows though we 
Know it runs deeper 
Hiding its mysteries in
The shallow waters or
In the middle where it
Deepens as the river
Bed drops, its floor a
Concave of complex
Vegetation and mud

Extra/ordinary

It's a process in which I
Turn my everyday events, 
Observations, thoughts
And opinions into poetry.
The diurnal into rhyme
Or at least rhythm and, 
In my case, an occasional 
Slant rhyme. Ordinary
Things into exceptional
Picturesque images. The
Usual into the unusual.
You know that all things
Are always extraordinary.
Celebrate the days, hours,
And always enjoy the awe
That time and rhyme can
Bring into our daily lives.

Awe

What is something others do that sparks your admiration?

Your moves are sleek
Your limbs are slim yet
Taut. Precision is a lot 
To demand from one 
Already on her toes. It
Is precious that you can
Maintain the ideal. The
Balance from head to
Toe, from outstretched
Arm through a perfect
Torso. You move as a
Definition of graceful 
Through time, space
Through a universe of
Beats and rhythms, you
Are music personified.

Honestly?

What could you do less of?

Eating is disorderly for me
Or maybe just a disorder as
It is timely to say and hard 
To acknowledge, but I know
True. Too true. I could do less 
By being more mindful, also
Hip and of the minute. In this
Moment we look to practice
Mindfulness. In my past time
Not so long ago, I would want
To live in the moment. Truly
An excellent place to find my
Self being. In the here and oh
My, in the now. Now when I 
Might find an order in food.
Here where I am attentive, in
Control of the fork, spoon, or
No utensil at all. Mind you I 
Should watch what I eat and
Stay conscious of what I do
More of that and less of this.

Love Recalled

There will come a moment when
All we remember of this moment
Is the time it took us to cross the
Street or the care we took to dress
Before we met. The time will have 
Passed without incident and the
Moment gone by without remark.
Remarkable as it seems to have it,
An event so memorable pass out of 
Our memories and go by without
A souvenir. We have no mementos,
Only vague memories of a time so
Important to who we are and who
We will be, to the us we became in
Time, after that moment passed

Impatient

Nine months has turned into
Well over a year, time in which
Time to which, time for which
I could claim I languished. I did
Not. I crave an answer. A yes, 
Yes much preferred. But a no
Is a simple acknowledgement 
Too. I feel we had a contract. I
Turn over my work, deeply felt
Poems to you and some one of
Your poetry editors says ok or
Goodbye, we'll pass. Good luck.

Holidays

It felt like Thanksgiving came
Early. And then it went. Oddly,
November kept going, and now 
It, too, is nearly gone. Maybe it
Isn't so odd. The season calls for
December to bring winter and
All those endless tiresome and
True holidays. Winter comes 
Acreeping upon us in the midst
Of all this. Squarely at midpoint
In time for a Mid-winter's Night
Dream. Turkeys and fireplaces
Stockings and trees. Ham for a
Christmas dinner or alongside 
Your turkey and on some tables
Lasagna. Side dishes galore with
Stuffing and sweet potato clear
Favorites. Snow? Did I forget to
Count the snow, flakes atop one
Another. Snowmen. Snowballs.
Fall turns into winter. Revelry.