Abundance

In a world of habitual wanting more money, less aging, promotion, we find ourselves trapped within a consciousness of lack We are able to shift this perception, though from focusing on what we are lacking to a perception of seeing abundance focused instead on our blessings We get to breathe, others love us we have … More Abundance

Forgotten Poem

I have a poem I want to writecomposed while in the bed last night Planned to write it down at dawnbut overslept and now it’s gone Check out Profound Revelation, a poem I posted in 2015 on a similar topic. Photo by Kinga Cichewicz courtesy of Unsplash

Facing Myself [puente*]

the mirror stands in the cornerreflects an image of how I appear ~ so I greet my Self with a welcome smile ~ knowing tucked deep withinwhat no mirror can reflect, my heart * Read more about this poetic form in an article from Shadow Poetry called Puente. Photo by Taylor Smith courtesy of Unsplash

Chance

I walk an improbable path chance led to my conception chance led to my homeland by chance I chose to write by chance I found my soul mate I grasp at spinning opportunities never redundant, always flowing choosing by chance what’s available to create my unsummed life Photo by Nathan Dumlao courtesy of Unsplash

Bardos*

When I look at stars on a clear nightI know the light I see maybe emitted a million years pastmight come from a now-extinct starby the time its light reaches my eyesbut I notice the light and sigh When awakened by the bird singing outside my windowI know the trill I hear has already ceasedby the time it reaches my earbut I notice the song and sigh When I feel my exhalationdispersed into a breezeI know that particular breathis already gone foreverbefore I inhale againbut I notice the life and sigh * Bardo is the Tibetan term for the intermediate state or gap we experience between death and our … More Bardos*

Prismed

Sunlight prismed through beveled glasscast color-auras on the walls Bathed in joy of sun’s bent colorshe approached to offer affection with rainbows on his forehead Photo from my personal collection, altered through Corel’s Paint Shop Pro

Go Back Home, Jack

Recently we took in a cat, Jack, from a friend who became too ill to care for him. With two well established cats in the house, Chloe and Star, the inclusion of this much younger cat took some adjustments. This poem is written in the rhythm (somewhat) of the Ray Charles tune, Hit the Road, … More Go Back Home, Jack

Impossible?

Dream the impossible godthe one that goes to the marketpicks out a damaged mangoand eats it on the bus ride home Talk to the impossible godtell her how your dishwasher brokewhile hands submerge in sudsshe’ll listen and pat your shoulder Hug the impossible godall soft, yet strong in embracethen catch her gaze and hold ittil … More Impossible?

Silver Tangles

Underneath her long grey hairshe kept a cache of memory secretsguilt tangles of covert acts Brushing gnarls from silver tressessecrets tug her tender scalptil long-ago events unfurldisappear to clear her mind Untangled now her thoughts are looseno secrets left hiding from herself After writing this poem I remembered a short story by Guy de Maupassant … More Silver Tangles

Flights of Fancy

The snow is settled now my dearbut do you want life shaken up,arousal in your enclosed world? I too have wings that I can opento fly beyond my writing roomwhere words are gods and bees can spellif I shake my realm a bitfly with fingers to worlds of fancybeyond my ordinary sphere Photo from Macys … More Flights of Fancy