Monday, March 27, 2017

the unexpected maybe ...

the unexpected maybe ...
i'm not saying
life is equal
not saying
love conquers all
not saying
good always makes it to the crossroads ahead of evil
not saying
you can be anything you want to be
not saying
follow your heart
not saying
dream big
not saying
the world is a beautiful place
no, not saying
any of these
just saying
sometimes we cry
sometimes things fall apart
sometimes the journey is hard
sometimes the burden is so heavy
all you want to do is lay your wrecked body down
just saying
through all the torture of longing
and through every misstep of searching
there's always the unexpected maybe
when the shadows don't seem so dark
and the debt of solitude
is paid in full



Tuesday, March 21, 2017

crack in the fence ...

crack in the fence ...
there is a crack in the fence
where she peeks through
to greener grass
and she wonders
she dreams
she imagines herself in a bubble fantasy
where all the world becomes
a place of stardust and unicorns and rainbows
or at the very least a place
unencumbered by a circle of fences
and the best you can do
is sit by the window
and watch
as she turns into a restless fume
a trail of smoke
that drifts away
through that tear in the weather-beaten fabric
of a life together
through that unexpected gap
in the fence you built for her
so many years ago
when the future seemed never-ending
and so it goes
sometimes things just don't work out
and maybe your heart skips a beat
and hurts for a moment or two
but soon enough
love returns
and the warmth of another
melts across your body
in splendid ripples
of giddy joy
and through it all
maybe you learn
how to patch
every crack in every fence
you build
or maybe you discover the secret
of never building a fence
at all



Thursday, March 16, 2017

Since You Asked ...

Since You Asked ...
I'm fine. Health is good, feeling pretty positive about everything, and loving life ...

Yes, I know ... I haven't been writing as much as usual. Blame it on this long winter, blame it on Facebook or Twitter, blame it on the bossa nova ...

You see, these days, reading blogs is probably the least popular pastime on the Internet. People just don't seem to have too much of an attention span anymore.

I am still confounded by poems and images that plough through my head. Sometimes, at night just before sleep, I complete poems in my imagination, but I never write them down. The inspiration remains, but the perspiration of getting them on paper seems to have deserted me.

I'll write here from time to time, but nothing quite so regular as before.

Hey, thanks for asking. I'm fine.




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