Years ago a shrink diagnosed me as 'neurotic'. Imagine that. what a surprise, a poem writer who's neurotic. Gee, how often could that happen? seems to add fuel to my posts. it's nice to know when you're in good company. Some poets had a harder life than I. Poe drank heavily. He collapsed and died… Continue reading Neurotic and proud of it
Time spent surrounded by nature is where one may renew his soul, if he is so inclined. yet, nature is everywhere, no less a flower in a glass.
Pastels in nature in this field of weeds I cannot let go of it it is infused within my very bones these greens, blues, yellows and browns this sunlight, this warmth it is time and my life depends upon it yet, I cannot part with it Of this I am because as I sit hidden… Continue reading This field of weeds
As it rains I look out my window. I sit here now. looking. listening. warm inside. the sound of rain. the smell of rain. the beauty of it we cannot recreate. if I could be alive forever, I would want to see the rain falling. it is though, enough doing for now. the sound of… Continue reading As it rains
Oh, God do I find you here? You must be close by, for I feel vibrations of nature's beauty. It is you who made it. Colors so vivid. Cool water babbling. Fish bobbing. yellows, oranges and browns. water mirroring the sky. trees looking down upon me. rocks lining the shore. I wander about your house.… Continue reading Somewhere between all these things
brethren desert cactus standing tall raindrops puncture rolling waves of buzz cut hair crawling down there hidden in tree branches handiwork of God keeps the mind dry it grows crooked, not straight to sun baked air.
I walked in a distant unfamiliar garden I ventured into it with a dark cloud encircling my head on this garden path birds feared me they should not have I came to transform my troubled nature and find peace subject to the invisible hand of God trees were bending drooping their limbs leaves gliding meandering… Continue reading This Dream of Mine
I remember the hawk who swooped down and took my dark friend old man lizard (they turn dark when they get old) I was so saddened that this bird didn't eat elsewhere such a beautiful bird of prey which from time to time would take a bath in my bird bath like he just came… Continue reading I Remember
mysterious you who surrounds me like loving arms invisible essence pounds away repelling evil and its deeds abundant harvest sowing seed gracious covenant unerring need.
within this silent cave you can hear the waves outside deep underneath their water lies peace gathered tides and pools are claimed by those small creatures paddling in circles and staying still paying just tribute to the never-ending solitude of the ocean bottom grave.