Jagged edge
Cut like a knife
glint of silver
bouncing light
draw
sharp
words
Dark blue
to depth of black
black and blue
cold
like
ice
Mirror image
reflecting back
a depth of
what
you
see
What you give
and if that’s nothing
what you take
deep
dark
desire
Is that you?
Do you
slide up
against the edge
pushing up
to a point?
Jam to
a stop
still
until you
sink
silent
Until there’s
A shift
A rearrangement
A gliding past
of what’s still
to what moves
It’s my birth father’s birthday today. He died over two years ago. I decided to try and make today’s poem about him, even though it’s been two years since he died and I’ve already written several poems and posts about him, including: Happy Father’s Day Dad’s Birthday Poem First Birthday Without A Cowboy Poem Horse…
I was meditating a while ago and put out the question to the universe, “Who am I?” I know. I’ve been asking that a lot lately. I really hadn’t expected an answer so I was surprised when the words that came into my head were “Truth Teller.” What? No I’m not. If I was, I wouldn’t keep…
I had a hard time being inspired today, which is what makes this daily poem practice a good thing for me to do. Writers all know, even if they don’t like it, that you cannot wait for inspiration to strike before you write. Over and over I’ve been told, you have to sit your butt…
Driving along the river road, I point my camera towards the sky at every red light. Traffic lights never stay red long enough when you want to take a photo. The people in the surrounding cars are staring straight ahead. They’re busy talking on their phones, yelling at their kids in the backseat, or drumming their…
Last Saturday morning, it was too cold to horseback ride but I wanted to give Luke a chance to walk on something besides the hard packed ice and snow in the paddock. So lead line in hand, I took my horse for a stroll behind the barn and out on the paths that wind through the woods.
It was one of those days… A high predicted of 63 degrees. The weather has been amazing! But like all good things, it does have to come to an end, and it sounds like it ends tonight. Predictions for highs are going something like this for the next week: 48, 43, 40, 36, 30, 24……
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Compelling words to ponder Maery especially…
Do you
slide up
against the edge
pushing up
to a point?
Jam to
a stop
still
until you
sink
silent
I think I do at times and feel the cold….maybe its time to shift myself.