How can I understand in my heartwhat doesn’t make sense in my head? How can I reconcile spiritual preceptswith logical ambiguity? Could it be like the canvas of skythere to support the changing clouds? Could it be like the constant silencethere to support splashes of sound? Photo taken from my front porch.
If I had a song I would sing for the woodpecker whose home we destroyed yesterday as he was making a nest of our wood sculpture I would sing a song of hope that he could find another home while the weather is still mild to winter-in protected from icy storms If I had a … More Song
Fog muddled boundaries between lake and sky. Six mallards, dark specks on the grey lake, chattered in a group; one lone male sat on the far side of the path. Blackbirds squawked, sparrows chirped; all obscured by the grey above. In the fervor of this curious weather, the lake was alive with fowl exhortation. A … More Misty Morn
Before the dishwasher ends its cycleI’ve dirtied another half load Before the laundry finishes dryingI’ve half-filled another hamper It’s an illusion to thinkI can get through a do listwhen life is a cyclethat keeps on churning Be good with the almost,the next task, the half-doneDoing is dancing with where I am beingBeing is dancing with … More Unfinished Dance
I was too little as a childnow too big as an adulthot flashes make me sweatsweat makes me shiver I have days of busynessrunning errands, doing choresbut some days I just sit and thinkwindow gaze and write I do art, compose some poemswhen inspiration visitsbut when the muse vacationspaints and pen stay idol I should … More Yin Yang 2022
Morning sky is dark as dusk winds approach, branches rustle chipmunks chirp their warnings One drop falls as prelude upon the maple dappled a bit in amber and in coral on the first week of autumn when summer heat lingers Tempestuous rumbles roll in from afar electric passion shoots from cloud to earth allegro torrents … More Waiting for a Thunderstorm
Enjoy bare feet in dewy morning grass, look for hummingbirds and turtles on a log savor juicy melons and sweet strawberries watch late sunsets while lying in the hammock ~ until you pause and reflect ~ that soon bare feet will chill on morning floors maples will take on a fiery hue you’ll don a … More Autumn Equinox Puente
You will grieve suicide, murder, and other tragic events You will grieve nothings, and wrongs, and even being a survivor You will grieve confusion, and stages that you will go through, anger, and time when you need to begin again You will grieve work, your incomplete past, doom, and the future You will grieve recovery … More What You Will Grieve
I left you when red cherries no longer were in seasonI left you when frost began to ice the dawnI left you when nighttime reached further into daytimeI left you as late summer braced with chillI left you before the harvest moon when autumn colors splashI left you before I could say goodbye So, rememberwhen … More From Phil
I make imperfect marks in my lived experienceyet I must align myself tolived experience as it actually is,not how I desire it to be my foibles don’t define meany more than my successes,as I am incomplete without themboth,this is my perfect imperfection I muster compassion for myself and othersas we all live this incomplete perfectionI’ll … More Perfect Imperfection
Wind Rush 