Thought I would start sharing some of my poems on here and also some of my short stories, perhaps a comment or two on life in general..
Sometimes I find myself working so hard all day, all day. I am sure many of us do. Just overdo it. No break. I don’t even work so hard when I am being paid for it. There I get a break now and again.
With the May weather as lovely as it is, there’s lots to do in the garden.
The Blue Irises have bloomed giving off such a sweet fragrance, the deep purples are following on and the roses getting a head of steam up. Ahh and the clematis are in riot with their pale pink faces beaming all over the trellis.
I took a flight to Denver last week and wrote this on the plane.
WHEN ALL THE WORDS ARE DONE
Today the edge of the world is visible.
It’s all a question of perspective.
The light, the shadows, movement
between the two
Like the human heart
Attached to the great vessels
Of the lungs and the body.
Oh the body with it’s rythyms
The hearts lub dub
The squirrelly squeaks of the intestines.
Rhythms essential to life
And joy, essential essences
The way the parts of a life
Measure us in our minds eye
Stack up to a forgotten conversation.
Take a deep breath,
follow it’s path deeper
remember who you are
when all the words are done.