Reach for the big, up in the canopy The stars, the sun, the moon, and time standing still The horizon right before the eyes, then gliding far away Pull out from the trunk, fly high above, don’t look below, don’t look back Leave the ground behind and let the story come alive This poem wasContinue reading “Tree Climber”
Category Archives: writing
Fall
That vibrant time of year when colors burst from tired limbs lowering in the chill breeze Like butterflies they flutter about or wave back and forth across the way Landing with a soft quiet resolution to end the rapturous movement For a time, blankets of red, yellow, orange, and green cover the the trodden pathContinue reading “Fall”
People Mirrors
Poke, Poke, Poke, Tap, Tap, Tap, Knock, Knock, Knock, Stop, you Perverted Sages Go away or let me fix your comprehension I’ll show you my way of view
I have not wrote for seven days
Excuses I had to work I had to sleep I had to rest I had to eat I had to clean my room I had to breath I had to, all the time But mostly deep down inside I ran to find the reasons why I had not the motivation to rhyme. My emotions whereContinue reading “I have not wrote for seven days”
When to write
All the time or just some, when the voice is rattling on I don’t know, does it have to rhyme or be profound? Perhaps the words just have to dump in order for the rubies to be uncovered? Does writing make any sense at all or is it irrational like love or mathematical numbers. ItContinue reading “When to write”
Worry
It sucks dreams, joy, and the truth down a big black hole where no light reaches. It destroys more than poverty the world over, and masks itself as wisdom to the fearful. It rules the lives of most and yet is mostly unseen and not talked about at length very often. It is only recognizedContinue reading “Worry”
Ducks
They quack and quack and waddle about They paddle this way and that way and all around They dive deep down below and come up dry, soft, and aglow They quack some more to say, who they are, and how to play They are social birds who take flight high above and far away ButContinue reading “Ducks”
Corpses
If you could only see my dreams I buried so deep that light could never caress them to wake. They wither and die these dreams of mine. Buried in the dark cold loneliness of past time. They fall like raindrops or leaves from trees, thousands of them. In bitter winter the tree cries and soaksContinue reading “Corpses”
Revelations Lost
I find tranquility in the wild smell of the river, as it storms toward the evaporating light, of another day, now lost to the past. Standing there feeling the crispness of the coming darkness, and listening as the trees sway in the dissipating wind, until eventually settling their leaves. Mountains call me forward and upward,Continue reading “Revelations Lost”
The Worker
The type of heroes who are unnoticed, sometimes unseen, and uncollected in the halls of fame. Giants of fortitude and grace who have influenced generations, yet are not noted in the pages of written history. Their names will never be the talk of great scholars, nor will they themselves be adored by the masses forContinue reading “The Worker”
BeautifulEveryDayDetails 