They grow
features change.
Limbs become longer.
Knees and wrist
joints expand
to bare the weight of a body.
Watching these changes
we are somehow side-lined.
We are just a witness.
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Saturday, January 17, 2015
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Winters are starting to feel
like the ultimate deja vu
now that I am older.
Because white is white
and cold is cold.
And I can't hold onto the idea
that this weather is enjoyable.
Mostly the cold is just painful.
I have written about this before,
the ultimate 'been there-done that'.
I write in the circle of the seasons.
Saturday, January 3, 2015
music
I think the greatest poetry is a lyric.
A song by someone
Who feels each word.
And adds the melody.
"Listen to the lyrics,"
I tell the children.
Because if you can go beyond the beat
If you leave the noise
Really feel the rhythm
of what is being said.
And felt.
There is no greater.
My favorite right now
A song by someone
Who feels each word.
And adds the melody.
"Listen to the lyrics,"
I tell the children.
Because if you can go beyond the beat
If you leave the noise
Really feel the rhythm
of what is being said.
And felt.
There is no greater.
My favorite right now
"And you'll find somebody you can blame And you'll follow the creek that runs out into the sea And you'll find the peace of the Lord." ~The Middle East 'Blood'
Friday, January 2, 2015
Words, Fail.
2015, write more.
Because at one time
I loved it.
I needed it.
Words were a life blood.
They pumped through me.
Kept me alive
A heart
A way to connect to something.
Anything.
It wasn't about being great.
Or even good.
My fragments were the pieces
that connected me.
To myself.
With myself.
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