Awakening within a room with three doors.
Each door wide open.
Behind one darkness, barren, void,
desolate and bleak.
Inside another is brightness,
enticing the mind,
with a stairway behind the illumination.
The third a hallway, hundreds of doors,
at the end a sign of the doorway.
Deciding to enter the hallway,
opening several doors along the way.
Memories begin to escape showing sentiments and passions.
Some with excitement, joy, and happiness.
Others with sympathy and sadness.
Reaching the end of the hall writing on the door says,
‘Another Day’
Opening and entering, again within the room with three doors.
Now realizing if entry is either within the room with darkness,
or one with brightness,
accessibility will be impermeable to the …
‘Room with three doors’
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 12:50 PM UTC
Precious for it is a gift
How does one wrap it?
The only question.
Packaged too loosely,
it soon unravels.
Bound too tightly,
becomes limited and bruised.
Properly tied,
possibilities are endless.
when unwrapped,
life is explored.
How quickly it passes.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 12:28 PM UTC
The rain
cleansing the soul
initiating new life.
A transparent glaze
making its way
down the body.
The harder it comes
the more rapid
the cleansing.
The softer the touch
the more
the desire.
To huddle away
avoiding the washing
only addresses fear.
To approach with
open arms
is to be anointed
By it's beauty.
To respect
is to understand
To avoid is
to lack nourishment
'From the Rain'
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 4:31 PM UTC
Dawn approaches, as does living
Radiant colors of red appear, over the easterly landscape
The road behind difficult; yet a more treacherous one
lies ahead
Light gives one a sense of enrichment
Knowing in all directions, hope resides
The soul senses that in each, a different amount of time
in travel
Noon, generates it’s warmth, causing pause
The mind reflects, upon the moments spent
Each contains a chapter within
this circle
To continue, upon the journey, is to accept
Tolls and dues, paid upon the flesh
The hand reaches back once again, to capture
the thought
Frustration sends moisture, that permeates the brow
One wipes, only to find more perspiration follows
Droplets roll down these cheeks, cooling
the senses
The emotions seem to settle, the steps reach greater depth
The soul looks for a place to rest
The breath becomes weaker
life lived
Suddenly pastels cross to the west
This life form halts, to relish in the splendor of being
Knowing darkness will soon prevail in
Dawn to Dusk
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 2:54 PM UTC
Finding oneself adrift upon the open seas,
no anchor to hold steadfast,
no sail to maintain a course.
In the depths below unsolved mysteries
In the heaven above eternal light bestowed
The current moves this vessel forward.
Towards a destination uncharted yet predetermined
Music from the waters passing the sirens of mythology.
Eyes are closed and forward momentum gained.
Yonder a shoreline abruptly the ship rests,
Upon an outer sand bar giving hope for a new adventure
Now upon land traveling towards the east
Again the sea is reached forcing a directional shift
Venturing north,
south same result
Land mass surrounded by the oceans allure.
Rock formation abound silhouettes form.
Algae lay upon the surface,
resembling a blanket covering
The largest shape appears as if a cape is worn.
One that may have been discarded by Neptune himself.
Now shadows form as clouds play peek-a-boo with the sun,
coolness prevails.
Darkness is now seen in the midday moments,
sense a storm approaching with its full force.
Thoughts now shift to focus on the land,
barren, no fruit life withdrawn.
Question arises
return once again to the ship
remain upon the land
What is best?
To return to the ship an endless journey.
To remain on land is to be swallowed by the surge.
Decision made…. once again adrift….
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 2:51 PM UTC
When my eyes were closed I felt a sensation
as the wind carried me to new heights
above the deck and in my nest
Now strapped to the Mast...
Lashed to yonder yard arms
lips tipped with thoughts of salt
cheeks singe with the heat of sunlight
adrift on a sea of fury
I venture on
Embraced in a mist from Aphrodite
past the throne of Neptune
into the calming waters
next to the Isle of Wonders
I journey on
I clench the fist of thunder
sail with the Flying Dutchman
drop into a massive cyclone
engulfed by swirling waters
I continue on
Strapped to this Mast
Thrown, bounded by the abyss
fathoming the sea
I emerge, rise from the depths
to the surface once more
In search
Will the albatross fly above
find a resting place
upon this shoulder
use it as a nesting sanctuary
In need
Alas the thoughts, drained except for one that has bound me to this yardarm
Love...
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 2:48 PM UTC
Just a lad of seven
sitting
next to the street
Just a lad hoping
for joy
listening to his heartbeat
Patience he has
as he waits
on the street
Dreaming of future
listening
to his heartbeat
"Come inside he's not coming!"
Just a little
more time
I won't be deprived
Just a little
more time
I'm sure he'll arrive
Something is wrong
he's delayed
I fear
Something is wrong
I'm sure
he'll be here
"Please come inside he's not going to come!"
I've waited
all day
into the evening
I've watched
all the cars
and surely not leaving
I know that he'll come
at any
time
I know that he'll come
I've committed
no crime
"It's Dark Outside, please come in!"
I reluctantly move
as I walk
towards the door
I reluctantly move
but it seems
such a chore
Now by the phone
I wait
for the ring
Now by the phone
I whisper
but sing
'Love...Me...Dad'
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 12:57 PM UTC
The journey begins as the wind whispers,
be prepared, be prepared.
Reaching the gangway and placing
each step in stride,
eventually reaching the deck.
As the moorings are removed,
and the anchor hoisted
the vessel moves away from the dock.
Now watching the outline of the shore disappear,
we move forward upon the glassy sea.
The wake becomes more turbulent,
the wind begins its gusts,
the howl distinct.
Clap of thunder in the distance,
torrential rain begins,
the clouds release their abundance of moisture,
on those below.
Waves reaching tremendous heights,
the ship climbs at a forty-five-degree angle,
as it sea-saws through the swells.
White water breeches the bow,
spray leaves a clear glaze upon the forecastle.
Moving from port to aft,
hearing the fantail makes it sound
Thud, Thud,
upon hitting the surface of the water.
Grabbing the handrail to proceed to not
cast this figure overboard.
Now at the stern of the ship settling down,
hypnotized, peering at the endless darkness
of the ocean.
Hours pass and soon the swells decrease in size.
As the clouds open and a clearing emerges,
the sun rays streak on the wakes as the ship glides forward.
The journey continues until reaching port again.
Now alongside the pier casting the anchor,
the mooring was placed to forestall the movement,
allowing the gangway to be lowered and docking complete.
Descending to reach the pier placing each foot upon the wharf.
Looking down to the end where land is seen,
a gentle breeze begins once again.
With the wind whispering,
be prepared, be prepared.
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 12:48 PM UTC