It's the nether space
of friends gone and
kids grown up
(some still angry)
when focus is hard
and body rejects it
like a foreign object
piercing my brain.
It's the nether space
in which sometimes
I prefer death over
increasing awareness
of loneliness and
inability to mow grass
or shovel snow.
Small Stone du Jour
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Friday, January 14, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
A Glimpse Inside
Inner voice
muted by biography,
distorted by decades
of denying surrender,
lives in nanoseconds
of awareness, moments
of magic when life's
onion peels back
revealing pristine prison
with unlocked doors
and carpeted cells
equipped with
Jacuzzi and bidet.
muted by biography,
distorted by decades
of denying surrender,
lives in nanoseconds
of awareness, moments
of magic when life's
onion peels back
revealing pristine prison
with unlocked doors
and carpeted cells
equipped with
Jacuzzi and bidet.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
The Color of Morning
Camera eye finds
hungry Cardinal with regal
crest and calm confidence
that demands focus.
He doesn't fly away
at every minor sound
like the wrens and other
small birds rather
he rules seed-saturated
snow without a trace of
humility, desperation or ego
investment until
belly full he flies inside
dormant bramble lending
crimson blush to a sleepy
grey winter morning.
hungry Cardinal with regal
crest and calm confidence
that demands focus.
He doesn't fly away
at every minor sound
like the wrens and other
small birds rather
he rules seed-saturated
snow without a trace of
humility, desperation or ego
investment until
belly full he flies inside
dormant bramble lending
crimson blush to a sleepy
grey winter morning.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Snow Redux
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Taking Turns
My body
shaking from illness,
surprised by frailty,
reluctant to surrender,
puts down illusion
next to pen and says
"it's your turn now."
So I breathe
and write
and watch
plump Cardinal
calm and majestic
chow down on seed
preparing for the snow
and other unknowns.
I want to be him next
incarnation.
shaking from illness,
surprised by frailty,
reluctant to surrender,
puts down illusion
next to pen and says
"it's your turn now."
So I breathe
and write
and watch
plump Cardinal
calm and majestic
chow down on seed
preparing for the snow
and other unknowns.
I want to be him next
incarnation.
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