Tribute |
Below mossy paths
Under leaves of mold
Beneath rough seas
Awaits miracles untold
Lost in a mystery
But bright lights shine
Knowing our histories
Takes a little time
Stars sneak ...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Oct 2008 20:42:00 GMT |
Strength |
Your strength amazes
Friends flee
Flowers breeze away
But strong you stand
In the rigid rain
You know
God will bring
Blessings
Happiness
Never felt
Never dreamed possible
The b...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Oct 2008 15:44:00 GMT |
Change |
Change is good
even when we don't know it
Change can be a breath of fresh air
Even when we don't know it
Change might not be change at all
It might be a discovery
That it's not change bu...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Oct 2008 15:25:00 GMT |
Thirty Years |
Thirty years, melodies on hummingbird wings
Lightening bugs doing somersaults
Magically making musical swirls
Frostbitten mittens on kittens warm paws
Nature, beautiful scary things
Ser...
Posted by on Fri, 30 May 2008 19:53:00 GMT |
Seasons |
Everything has its season
But what if they're in disorder?
Spring ~~ new buds on dogwoods ~~ new life
Spring ~~ dread and death ~~ no hope
Winter ~~ always merry unless it...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 21:35:00 GMT |
Scary |
It's scary to be so vulnerable
To open hidden places
That no one wants to hear about
Because it makes them feel
Weird and sympathetic
Avoiding in a polite way
...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 10:30:00 GMT |
Comfortable Pain |
Maybe pain becomes a comfort zone
Where happiness seems strange
You feel a glimmer of hope and laugh at some dumb joke
And then here comes your old pal Pain&
...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 10:09:00 GMT |
Letting Go |
Life is full of letting go
Incubate a baby nine months
Then let it go
Cut the cord
Feed them, nurture
Soothe their fears
With the same old lies
You heard all those years
...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 10:05:00 GMT |
Have you Ever? |
Have you ever felt you were
outside the world,
looking in through fogged windows
"dazed and confused?"
Rose-colored glasses turned gray
Storm clouds hover
And stay for an encore
...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 09:37:00 GMT |
The Making of a Man |
I told my son my creativity was gone
He said, "No, Mom, it's not."
So, I wrote a poem last night
he came in to read
then took to his room.
To me,...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 08:29:00 GMT |
