She came into my life
Throwing a lifeline
In a turbulent time
She will never know
Nor can I explain
To her or anyone
The many ways
Her words touched me
Her songs sang to my spirit
Category: Poetry
My city fair
There’s a city down to the right
Shrouded in the grey
Below the mountains on the left
Beyond the sea of light
Shrouded in the grey
Below the mountains on the left
Beyond the sea of light
It’s a city fair
A city rare
Which once was quite contrite
Departing for Departure Bay
Propellers churn the ocean green
Stern will soon be bow
When the shrill ship’s whistle sounds
The journey will begin
Stern will soon be bow
When the shrill ship’s whistle sounds
The journey will begin
A journey starts not with packed bags
Walking out the door
But once you are well underway
And begin to settle in
Sometimes I forget I’m alive
Sometimes I forget I’m alive
Until I inadvertently connect
With the subtle energy
Which sustains my being
Until I inadvertently connect
With the subtle energy
Which sustains my being
Little green moth
When we talk about our lives, it’s not the stories about the safe paths we have taken which are our favourite stories to tell. It’s the risky choices which make for the best tales, no matter the difficulties, no matter the outcomes. These are the choices from which we grow the most, both at the time and years later when we recount those moments. We are always learning from our experiences, even years after having them.
Layers and Sunlight
Layer upon layer
Burgundy, rosé and tawny
The low sun shapes sepias
Into amber and honey
Burgundy, rosé and tawny
The low sun shapes sepias
Into amber and honey
Half of it is sky
Southbound 87
Make the centre line unfurl
Gotta get to Winslow
Where Jackson sees the girl
Make the centre line unfurl
Gotta get to Winslow
Where Jackson sees the girl
The scenes are rightful pretty
Can’t stop to take the pic
Shoot across the dashboard
Will have to do the trick
Purple mountain majesties
Dunes shifting below
Purple mountain majesties
Illuminated
Purple mountain majesties
Illuminated
On time as a healer of precious love
When I look back at that breakup
That first one
The one that was almost
But not quite
I feel the cut again
That first one
The one that was almost
But not quite
I feel the cut again
Like paper
Cutting flesh
Point Reyes Centering
To find the center
Of all that is
All that was
All that will be
Of all that is
All that was
All that will be
I like the ocean best
A high overlook
With a hard onshore wind
Driving the breakers
Far onto shore
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