Category: Poetry

  • The Dance. . . We as participants. . . .

                             The Dance. . . .  There is a dance that our feet learn to do when first we stand up.  That dance is learned well, for even when our legs no longer dance, our phantom feet remember the dance.  They itch to dance. …

  • I Take Your Hand. . .

      0bservations from an almost 50 year old mother to 3 sons in their late twenties. . . Journaled in June of 1980—— now an aged, almost 91 mother with a very tired head and a compromised immune system sporting a half dozen conditions ready for a nap . . . May, 2022 As a…

  • You Will Fall In Love With Your Earth. . .

      Tell me what it means. . . With the leaking draft of the early consensus of the Roe v Wade controversy,  suddenly confronting me  are meanings of words and phrases I have used and hopefully explained my meanings.  I truly don’t know if my  meanings relate to what you think about the subjects I’ve…

  • Courage. . . to wear as epaulettes. . . .

      What is visible is visible and what is also visible can be chosen not to be seen.  The depth of perception only depends on the inmost courage of the individual in his capacity to deal with impending events. Courage is not garnered overnight nor is it stored for all time.  It is fought for…

  • The Roses Are For You. . .for keeps. . .

    Long before the world ever was. . . . As co-creator and creature both of the universe, it is man’s prerogative and innate yearning to stand erect.  To bow down all the time leaves one eventually on one’s stomach.  Man rose from the crawling position.  There are too many yet who find the child’s position…

  • Often the Larger Picture is Universal Life Enhanced. . . . .

    What I have learned in these past times is that there are some things that cannot be improved upon.  Whether a recipe that has been perfected or something written that has stood the test of my time, meaning my physical life.  This is one of them.  And my measure has been my life of almost…

  • On Earth. . . 1954-1985

           When David Died . . . .  I say that David took the hands off my clocks.  It was the greatest gift he could give me. I tire of running my life with a large hand and a small hand. No time for this, hurry for that.  Do this now, do that…

  • You Stayed The Course. . . .

        You Stayed The Course Only you saw what you saw. Yet you stayed the course and plowed the field and now the plow is lifted. We will work. The children will have their toys and the world will have the words and in due time you come home and we frolic.   ‘Til…

  • Our Sense of Time. . . and other things. . .

      Sometimes our actions seem out of context.   It is as if we are dancing to a song not in the musical library.   It is not heard by anyone else,  just us.   It is not foreign to us,  but seems puzzling to everyone watching.   We know that it is still us,  just not the us…

  • Are We the Promise Given? . . . ..

    The first week in December found me transported to Emergency with atrial fibrillation.  Since then it has been a trial of finding what medications are  acceptable to this body with not so many adverse reactions.  I have found myself not nice and complaining.  So conserving energy, my work has been my best of what my…