Two Perspectives Symphony Birds sing outside my door a mini symphony to delight and lighten the soul— I breathe. The Dull Drone The dull drone of the doves broke the peaceful morning, disturbing the muse, silencing all words. . . . Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful [...]
Melancholy Melancholy encased my heart a quick cold dart of pain yet bliss feeling amiss. The words I never chanced to say on any day slipped by in time silent, sublime. Chances given but taken back leaving a track of broken dreams or so it seems. . . [...]
Only a Moment The smile took only a moment sending intent to a stranger spreading laughter A small gesture but so profound that I am bound to wait and see what kind could be The brief exchange left both of us without a fuss and left this space a [...]
Time with a Friend a priceless gift of listening, sharing, embracing all of life's ups, downs, joy. . . . Music and poetry are transformative tools that connect us to each other and to ourselves. —Mary Pipher I learned early. Friends are not pebbles you collect and hoard [...]
Coastal Winds Coastal winds whip across the marsh, trees submit, yielding—bent until the limbs gnarl and knot finding strength and hope. . . . Poetry doesn’t have to be hard. It can be about dogs or flowers or death or pigs or laundry. It can be fun or [...]
What Nature Brings Every day something blooms, a songbird fills the breeze with music. I wait in anticipation of the next day wondering what will nature bring? . . . A poet is someone—you, me, anyone—who writes poems. —Jerome Judson Spring oozes with opportunity to explore nature, to [...]
How's your attitude? I found myself second-guessing, making assumptions, and generally chasing Don Quixote's windmills this week. Attitude: "A manner of thinking, feeling, or behaving that reflects a state of mind or disposition." I try to keep my attitude on the positive side. That comes easily most days, but [...]
Leaves can teach us how to do it better. Nature never mourns or complains about the cycle of life from seed, to bud, to blooms, to decay, and back around again. Humans, including this one, struggle with the letting go. For everything, there is a season. I find myself in [...]
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant. —Henry David Thoreau Others’ Eyes I like to think I have my biases reigned in, tucked neatly in my pocket, and hidden from my thinking and action. No matter how hard I [...]
Every morning, I read. I venture into newsletters, writer websites, news, and literary offerings. I meander the expanse of words on the internet. Why? Feeding the Muse I’m searching for the glint of an idea, a combustible fragment eager to set ablaze my Muse. What I find exuberates me [...]
