Rust reminds me
That decay, too
Is beautiful
That decay, too
Is beautiful
Category: Poetry
In the context of humanity
I try to keep people in the frame
When exploring esoteric thoughts
On the nature of reality
The expansiveness of existence
When exploring esoteric thoughts
On the nature of reality
The expansiveness of existence
Grace, beauty, the sense of the divine
Whether or not these qualities exist in the world
In the objects I observe
Or are a construction of my consciousness
I share the experience of them
With every other human being
The Fairylands
I have visited
Many of the Fairylands
On Earth
Many of the Fairylands
On Earth
And while I have never seen
An Elf, Sprite or Dwarf
I know their presence
In the fantastical beauty
Of their works
Conifer and Stone
In the stark trial of time
Which is stronger?
That which renews, or
That which endures?
Which is stronger?
That which renews, or
That which endures?
Sometimes the Water Runs Hard
Sometimes the water runs hard
Knocking rock loose
To tumble and gouge
Cutting the gully ever deeper
Knocking rock loose
To tumble and gouge
Cutting the gully ever deeper
Drought leaves the gully quiet
What water there is
Seeps down a shaded wall
Trickles in the valley
Time Goes Every Year
Time goes every year
And never comes back
Yet always comes around
To the same time
And never comes back
Yet always comes around
To the same time
And here am I
Year over year
Setting down my characters
Setting down my letters
Tenacity ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #20
Some mornings
I get out of bed
Begin the day
Clinging to what I have
Thinking that is tenacity
I get out of bed
Begin the day
Clinging to what I have
Thinking that is tenacity
But if the coffee wakes me up
I remind myself to find a way
To reach a little further
Climb a little higher
Take another step forward
Homeward Bound
There comes a point
In every journey
At which I’ve turned
For home
In every journey
At which I’ve turned
For home
No more forward looking
No more anticipation
But for the threshold
And my own bed
ESSSSSSSS!
Outside the library
Where my writer’s group meets
A rusted steel orb calls to me
As I exit every meeting
Where my writer’s group meets
A rusted steel orb calls to me
As I exit every meeting
Come play with me!
Come play!
So I put my words away
My oh-so-many words
Take out my camera
And play with a sphere of letters
Tree of Life
The sky is source
sun, rain, wind
the seasons
And I?
I spread my branches
all grace and reverence
basking in magnificence
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