Poem : Trapped


In a snowy globe 

or fanciful place 

encased in glass

Where snowflakes shake

upside-down 

or 

sideways too

they tumble past 

In this small igloo 

my hands are pressed

against this captive cage

As the world goes by

my heart beats bird-like

in my fluttering chest

While my nose against 

this world is cold 

and closely pressed 

Outside it seems to me

that all is going well 

they come and go 

in pairs or more

while I stand inside 

without a door 

This globe is closed 

but it is clear 

I see the world 

but I am here

Maybe there will be a day

when where I live will vanish 

It will shake 

and snow will swirl 

but then the globe will fall

And when it does 

the glass will crack

and down will come my wall

Poem: Magic Kingdom 


Sometimes I live in a bubble 

a magic kingdom of 

castles and of Kings–

Above me float the dragons

with shimmering 

lizard wings– 

I walk among the forests 

of twisted trees 

so old–

Where endless paths 

hold secrets 

by Druids once were told–

One day while I am

walking 

a stranger do I meet– 

with withered skin 

and tattered clothes 

and long knarly feet–

“Good day,” I hail

as he strolls by

and curtsy very low– 

But as I peek upon his pass

there are three goblins 

following all in tow–

I take this as my exit

I’ve had enough of here–

Time to head back home 

though even there 

people are not as they 

appear–

Wake Up!


As the sun rises and we rise with it, how can we remember to be grateful that we did? With all the things to pull us down and make us feel blue, at least we are here, breathing and walking this earth of ours. 

We can choose to wake up and see the stuff that bugs us, or try really hard to look for the good, even when it seems like there isn’t much. And if you have an extra abundance of good, be sure to share it, especially with someone who might not have any. Look around because those people are everywhere. 

Some day you may be one of them and will be grateful for the kindness. We are all connected so everything we will ripple through the Universe and come back around. Good or bad. Might as well been good. 

So let’s greet the sun! Give our blessings and try to help out someone else. We can all beat the negative together. 

Poem: Spokes 


Wheel of sun

spinning above 

to roll through existence 

hot and heaving 

bringing  life to the brim

Crawling upon edges 

grasping for cracks

Keep driving electric

your blazing bright light 

down below it moves us

now upright and grown

Don’t let go 

the honor 

For we will scatter 

and hide 

in the shadows of your 

Spokes

Poem: Sweet Lies


How many blown out wishes

just climb onto the curling smoke

and float away

I have breathed hard into my dreams

forced my diaphragm to believe

that blowing would make it true

The melting wax proves my plight

but the cavity left empty by sweet lies

leaves me wondering

if any of them

ever came true


 

Weary


Some days, try as you might, that old sense of weariness seeps in and takes ahold. Maybe all the fighting to keep the dark at bay and to work really hard at life believing in all that’s possible, can sometimes simply be draining. It feels best to hide away and try not to think too much during  these times. 

Nights are restless and days achy. But still we push our way through routine because it feels normal. And then tuck back to the shelter of a quiet hide away–where no-one can ask too much of us. 

It’s not the goal of life to feel this way. No. Like a pestering family member who keeps visiting without being invited, but an obligation to let them in. They are family after all, kin, and a part of your life.

So you tolerate the annoyance, this mood. It will pass eventually and leave. And hopefully, like the relative, it will leave eventually, and with it a feeling of relief and hopefully a great gaping peace in its wake. 

Poem : Night Shadows 


The dreamy night shadows

fall upon the familiar

and lead softly down

unlit trails of time

The truth of form

melts into blurry edges

atoms disperse among the ebony

Reality floats

hung suspended

and vision becomes

the two bit salesman selling you

a fake

It’s a shape

distorted and odd

forgotten and old

left behind from an ancient world

Or the blending of one

sinking into black

lording over the darkness

watching

and waiting

for you to find your way

back