Category Archives: Observations
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…
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…
Ego pumps out plots and Schemes and judgments at a Prolifically astonishing rate Polluting the purity of my mind, Destroying the tranquility of my soul, Throwing my life askew. Each convincing lie Sprouts a new parasitic tentacle Stretching without end To choke out buds of connection and Extract all hope from my breath, While…
– Gentle breezes stir from the patient fan, A lover’s whisper on my skin. – Dense and gauzy mist surrounds me, A drunken embrace of hypnotic comfort. – Sunlight filters through leaves and window screens, The intimacy of first light. – Like a caress this morning beckons me to join it, Soft with delightful promises,…
An audacious cardinal hops from picket to picket his acrobatics steady, sure. Bees hover drunkenly over tender petals Filling branches with trembling expectation. An anxious chipmunk skitters from tree to grass to garden Gauging the danger with a paralyzed pause. The trees’ choppy shadows blanket the pathway, Mimicking the stones – envious, covetous. I watch,…
The Clouds Feigning innocence in their white and fuzzy cloak Withdraw triumphantly Satisfied, whole – Awash in after-glow Denied discretion by her ecstasy Earth lies splayed after the glorious romp Wet, disheveled, at peace – Each fulfilled through the giving, the receiving They part Free from regret or expectation Knowing it will happen again
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