Themes are good, right? I actually find them helpful and since I currently need to write 26 more poems to meet my 2020 goal of 100, I decided {dream} would be a good one. Not sure how long I’ll linger with this dream theme. But here goes… last night I had the strangest.which is a … More dream(s) to light
There are weeks which are unique. I’m labeling this past one a passageway week. I’m a fan of Narnia. As in the book series written by CS Lewis. How there are passageways into another realm. One minute you’re in the known, comfortable, realistic world. The next, someplace so absolutely different it’s nearly beyond comprehension. Again, … More passageways
Dressed in an odd assortment of non-matching attire, including my Dodgers cap, I left my house today to run errands. Post office followed by YMCA. Meaning I needed to wear gym clothes. I decided to take some photos at a spot I remember being quite scenic last year, as related to this particular season. So … More journey
I wrote this on Sunday. Just got around to posting today… This past week was a week. As in rather trying. Emotions and words and faces. Joys. Hopes. Memories. Voices. Smiles. Hugs. Thank yous. I’m sorries. I got up Wednesday morning feeling physically worse than I have in a long, long time. Headache. Emotionally drained. … More thoughts on the week
My orchid finally bloomed again. Let’s go back a bit. My orchid is a rescue orchid. In that someone left it behind and I decided to make it mine. So, technically I did not bring it out of a life of peril. I brought it home, repotted it, and placed it on my mantle, where … More orchid
Time, time, time See what’s become of me While I looked around for my possibilities I was so hard to please But look around Leaves are brown And the sky is a hazy shade of winter Hear the Salvation Army band Down by the riverside’s Bound to be a better ride Than what you’ve got … More look around
Remind me again. Why I’m here. What I love. What my heart yearns for. I forgot. Or thought it was gone. Until last week. It hit me while standing in my bathroom. Those girls. Those girls coming over Saturday. They aren’t any different. No different really than my girl. My daughter. What do I want … More girls
Upon a Sunny Day 