Month: January 2022
Loving Me
Soft as a petal,Strong as the wind,Heart beating wildly,Soul set to spin.Mind open to action,Eyes wide and bright,Finding my love forMyself still alight,Hopeful that morningWill not eraseWisdom of the evening,My confidence and grace. Continue reading Loving Me
Success
Success is… Improving over time. Being proud of yourself. Making a decision and sticking with it. Wanting to know something, and actually learning it. Being flexible enough to change your mind when you learn more. Continue reading Success
Beads and Bones
People make jewelry out of the strangest things. Beads made of clay or stone or gems. I used to have a bracelet made of lava and squirrel vertebrae. I loved that thing. This is a weird blog – I’m really not sure where I’m going with it. I’ve just been thinking about that bracelet. I miss it. It was supposed to help me avoid anger/stay … Continue reading Beads and Bones
All That I Might
Morning comes.Here i lie,To myself,About my day.I’ll get things done,I have a plan.To achieve,What i may.But I’m pretty clear,With honesty,I wont doAll that i plan.Ill end my day,Wishing hardThat i hadTaken command.Perhaps i willPretend toGo back in timeAnd do it right.Start again Right now, here,Get up. AchieveAll that I might. Continue reading All That I Might
I Got My Copy!
I love how this cover turned out! I wasn’t sure… thought it might be too dark or dirty or unclear, but now that I see it in person… I love it! I’m so proud of this depressing little poetry book! Continue reading I Got My Copy!
Middle-Aged, a Poem
Forty-five is half of Ninety. Here, I find the middle age. Subtly stalking immortality And hiding from the passing day, I creep from bed a little slower, I work to recall what I meant to say, But today I know so much more Than I thought I knew just yesterday. Continue reading Middle-Aged, a Poem
When Comes the Color
It’s interesting how much we look forward to changes in our environment. In winter, we look for the colors of spring. In summer, we look for the colors of autumn. We look forward to the temperature getting lower, or higher. Occasionally, we think, “What a nice day it is today!” But usually, we find the lacking before we find the beauty. When we do find … Continue reading When Comes the Color
Beautiful Death
If you have seen my newest poetry chapbook, you know I deal with depression. Depression is not something I would wish on anyone, but it has given me a unique perspective on mortality. Death is beautiful. I have no fear of death. I’m not physically reckless because I don’t want to be injured. I’m not financially reckless either, because I like having a home and … Continue reading Beautiful Death
The Urn, a Poem
Keeping the urn was a mistake. Tossing the ashes was smart. The golden creed would brake The mantle brick apart. There on the ancient wood, Where open air should live, The weight of ages’ blood Shifts with the urge to forgive. Too late to say the words, Too present to rest in peace, The bond we worked to forge, Too soon has been released. We … Continue reading The Urn, a Poem

