I stole some work time at sunriseto watch a fattened raccoonlumber across the yard toan ancient oak carved long agoas a tribute to her ancestorsDoes that make me a robber?Or is it living in the moment? I’ve been known to steal a whiff fromlilac blooms on a neighbor’s bushgrowing by the sidewalk whereI walk home … More Am I a Thief?
I puzzle over how the winter sky sheds frozen tears Is she longing for the light? Or is she sending treasures to earth as the fruits of her joy? Image from my personal collection.
If I limit what-if’s with thoughts of you-can’t my path is confined by restrictive tolls If I view my what-if’s as inspired by why-not’s my path will be graced with vast open gates Day Six prompt: Write a poem about possibilities… Graphic courtesy of Pixabay
I sat in the glider outside this morning To begin my meditation Birds’ songs and squawks filled the air A single feather rocked back and forth As it journeyed from a tall tree To land on the glider beside me It was not symmetrical Yet was still in good shape Blue and white tipped in … More Feather
If I wrote the story of my life, I would want it to be a series of long sentences, strung together with poignant transitions that smoothly connect one phase of my life story to another; not filled with short sentences that end abruptly with a period, or worse yet, an exclamation point! I would want … More Life Sentence
Memo of a missing payment Returning home to smell of smoke Increasing shore lines Anger rising A mystery pain in your chest What to do with red flags? Notice them and face the issue? Make them white flags of surrender? Let them drape your life in terror? Or turn them into roses? Photo by Gian … More Red Flags
When I journal each day I write to a muse I call Dear One Isn’t this Dear One still my Self? Is she not my own writing ego? Aren’t we both the same “I” writing or different personas like a meta-Self? I did not do the prompt as written today but the poem … More Dear One and Me
Sometimes a question whispers in my ear Sometimes a question shouts in my face How do I assay my purpose In this beautiful, brutal, finite life? Is it a striving to be seen? A craving to be astonished? Can I be buoyed by hope beyond a ritual answer? Then a tiny azure dragonfly alights deepening … More Dragonfly
We talked last night about the Tao of loading and unloading the dishwasher the Tao of shoveling snow in the midst of a storm and we questioned if there could be a Tao of a semi circle, or a Tao of half a cycle. Well, I read today that a question mark looks like half … More Something to Ponder
Uncertainty is winking within this labyrinth of life mystery interspersed throughout the dead ends of certainty Along the path of not-knowing I am humbled by an unfamiliar joy the taste of ambiguity, the rustling of new perspective devoid of any closure open to an arising of what is My tiny world is athwart to the … More Labyrinth of Mystery
Wind Rush 