The morning rises Fresh and crisp …actually, that’s not true Or it could be I don’t know I lie curled in the warm embrace Of my bed Drunk with sleep Oblivious to the hope of A new day This is my dog’s favorite time Of the day, no matter The day, or the yesterday He…
Category Archives: Inspiration
I lie under The Aspen leaves I stare and I stare and I stare Until they become Something else A heard of butterflies flapping their wings Sparkling ripples on a green sea Twinkling clusters of stars on a deep black night I stare and I stare and I stare Until they become Nothing else but…
Why do you crawl When you can fly? Among the chaos You skitter Directionless As if lacking sight Bumbling, fumbling, stumbling Confused Don’t you know You have wings? Strong, expansive wings The decay that gave you life Need weigh you down no more No longer a maggot Suckling on another’s shame You are empowered To…
Clinched in the fist of must-achieve Dreams whither Vitality drains Panic ensues The fist is your own Strong, though it may seem Immovable Omnipotent it is not Sentient it is not Not merely Surrounded by in power invisible Only remember It is also within you Invite it Allow it Open to it and little by…
I must open the window, if just a crack. The artifice of this room – the mechanical hum of the refrigerator, the intruding glare of the light bulbs, the manufactured separation – suffocates me. I am ensconced in a straight jacket, ten feet square. An instinctive wisdom greater than myself insists I belong on the…
Early explorers, adventurers Whispering the hushed tale of their Pilgrimage from eager heights in poised flirtation with the wind to Freedom of release in gleeful tumbles to the ground, They are the first to fall. – Humbly bypassing an Encore of yellow and orange They rest, meekly brown, on a Bed of silty fate in…
Silence, unbearable, is overthrown, A flaccid tyrant no longer Granted reign to oppress. – Power explodes, Forcibly shredding the gag. An unstoppable flood of soul sound Gives voice to deep turmoil, while Cauterizing a fleshy exit. – I do not want them to stop, these words, But the gift of their release comes in A…
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” ― Mary Oliver
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