Wet, ruffled feathers
Flicker and whirl in the pool:
A disgruntled dance
Category Archives: Poetry
Memory
People blur:
Words and deeds,
Sights and sounds,
All scrambled –
Mixed together
Expressionist,
Impressionist:
The mind is an artist
Shaping and reshaping
What was (thoughts,
Emotions, actions)
Into an idea,
A feeling:
Not opinion or fact
But somehow
Both
Until Later
A gentle regret
An eager look forward –
Both cast aside,
For yesterday and tomorrow
Must pale in the hard grip
Of now
A Dance of Rain
A light mist, like tapping feet,
Dances across the glowing glass
And over flowers in airy leaps,
Scattering sunbeams and brightening,
Deepening colors in a gentle beat
Of glittering lights, vibrant, serene –
All over the endless shades of green
Not Your Work, But Mine
“If you get it done,” they say,
“That’s, of course, very well,
But if you don’t, that’s also fine,”
As their bland shrugs tell.
What other job could someone say
That not finishing is fine?
Try that at your job sometime
And see if the bosses mind.
Home
The land speaks –
Quiet but powerful:
A hand to your throat,
A blow to your heart,
A tear to your cheek –
A soul so strong:
A presence you can’t ignore
Or quite define
But feel more clearly
Than words.
It calls out,
Calls you back.
It sings you to sleep.
It breathes you awake.
It’s a warm embrace,
A cozy fire,
And a surge of emotion
From a tie too deep,
Too strong, to ever
Break completely.
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