Writing poems may save my place in the book
of life. But I think my life is better seen
from a distance. Close up there are issues, dents
and some old popcorn under my chair.
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 4:19 PM UTC
I am thinking of you.
I am always thinking of you.
Mary Oliver
I am sad and
I am confused.
I want to reach out
help you tie your shoe.
Ask you why the anger,
ask you why you can't
acknowledge what I have
done for you.
Ask you why you can't
be honest with me,
deal with me honestly.
You have taken away
from me a treasure.
You have created a riff
in a friendship.
You don't seem to care
about the truth.
I am sad, and
I am confused,
I want to
be done with you.
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 10:02 AM UTC
Small birds at feeder
a banshee blue jay swoops in
sudden burst of wings
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC
A mouse glides through the
ferns and fallen leaves and finds
the lady slippers.
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 4:33 PM UTC
Would it seem presumptuous, perhaps impertinent,
of me to invite you for a cup of tea on a sunny Sunday
morning at a small shop on a well- trafficked street?
And, it you were to agree would you question me,
over that cup of tea, or before, as to why I wish
your company on a sunny Sunday morning?
I might answer, before that cup of tea, that your interests
interest me, and given what I see, you seem quite shy (and
I have heard this is true) and I think you might be more
inclined to reply over a cup of pekoe brew on a safe and
sunny well-trafficked street on a Sunday morning.
And, what would the object be, you might ask, of meeting
over a cup of tea and what would a pertinent question be?
The why and why not of what you know and what you do,
the who and why and what of you cannot all be explained
over a cup of tea on a sunny Sunday morning, but a small
answer, say a cupful, with one who takes pleasure in
interesting conversation with one who seems interesting
is all the question and answer needed on a sunny Sunday
morning and a cup of tea.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC
She left for nine days
did not say to me goodbye
so I sit and cry.
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 11:25 AM UTC
In each seed I plant
I think must lie God herself
How else to explain.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 9:59 AM UTC
It so depends
on the
right word
spoken
to the
right person
at the
right time.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 7:55 AM UTC
It is more
what is said
than how
it is phrased.
Like bees
back and forth
in and out
of my
flower bed.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 7:54 AM UTC
*I convey
all my emotions
by saying ****
in assorted tones.*
But, feeling that
sounded somewhat
uneducated, he
then said, *I express
all my emotions
in varying tones, affixes,
and tenses of ****
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 6:51 AM UTC