23 Friday Jul 2021
Tags
creative writing, dragonfly, hummingbird, poem, poems, poetry, spirit
today you were a dragonfly
darting by fast and soon gone
yesterday you were a hummingbird
stationary in the air
as you drank nectar from a tree
until you flew away faster
than my eyes could follow
tomorrow you will be something else
just as fragile extraordinary and fleet
whom i will greet before you disappear
into the great unknown
15 Thursday Jul 2021
she is the sunshine of sunshine
the one who will save me
from darkness within
shadows cease when she is near
and her warmth is like a memory
of the sand’s heated embrace
after a cold ocean swim
off a california beach
a memory that survives
from summers long ago
04 Sunday Jul 2021
i’ve traveled away from the day to day
i’ve reached the rainbow’s end
this and that mean nothing now
i hope for greater things
i feel the pull of moonlight rays
and wish for angel wings
to soar above the world we know
and forget everything
except the memory of you my love
except your lovely face
if such a gift were possible
it would be my saving grace
27 Sunday Jun 2021
Tags
creative writing, humor, poem, poems, poetry, relationships, rhyme
my life has been full of slant rhymes
things that never quite fit
like that early husband of mine
with the beautiful hands and ugly heart
or that promising job in the desert
with a so-called brahmin at the helm
who treated me like an untouchable
(even if he thought it was fitting)
or my own dear sister who loves me i’m sure
but hates my dogs
i suppose life was never meant
to be full of perfect rhyme
or even poetic at all
nevertheless you and i my darling
through many changes
in meter tone and form
and whether close or far away
have always somehow found
the reason and the rhyme
to stay
20 Sunday Jun 2021
do jellyfish have an afterlife
do they have a place
in the chain of existence
on the path to a higher soul
or have they reached the pinnacle
knowing once they dissolve
in a forgetful universe
their pure expression
of translucent beauty
will return to a sea of bliss
01 Tuesday Jun 2021
Tags
creative writing, from dust to dust, poem, poems, poetry, star, stars, universe
little star
how bold you are
your faint blue light
comes from afar
little star
how shy you are
you hide among
a crowd of stars
little star
most precious star
i long to know
just who you are
24 Saturday Apr 2021
Tags
change, creative writing, dark night of the soul, poem, poems, poetry, self-knowledge, soul, writing
it’s not pleasant to awake
in the middle of the night
and meet your true self
when this happens
when what you fight against
remembering during the day
comes rushing into your head
with a lingering notion
that you could have done better
suddenly you know
you could not have
the course you took
the way you handled everything
is emblematic of who you are
and not a lesson to be learned
it’s how you were made
and you know this to the core
which along with
guilt pain horror
hits you with a force
that really should slay you
but in the morning
when light falls softly
through the window
and you awake to a newness
that feels like a reprieve
you give yourself
another chance
to change
14 Wednesday Apr 2021
a cascade of consequences
can tumble from a scar
especially when its story
is unknown
my grandmother had such a scar
running the length of one brow
she arrived from italy with that scar
at the age of 18
i’ve been told that when asked about its origin
she’d say it’s nothing or say nothing at all
when her daughter asked once
(at 8 already aware it was something not to ask)
her mother just kept her eyes fixed
on the meal she was preparing
and said the same: it’s nothing
i never met my grandmother
but i found out the truth
from her daughter (my aunt)
who learned the story behind the scar
years later from a distant cousin in italy
it’s a secret i’m hesitant
to divulge since my grandmother
must have wished to take it to her grave
but when i reflect on how this secret
may have affected her children’s lives
(if only i had known my aunt said)
and the generations after
i think of that day long ago
when a child was attacked
and left for dead in a field
i think of this child’s fright and pain
and of the woman protective of that pain
and how love and trust must have suffered too
locked away in a secret that was
too deep not to share
09 Friday Apr 2021
just like this cloud
he said
you’ll go away
already its intentions waver
already it’s moving on
soon you’ll forget this day
and the promises you made
not in words
but in a single playful glance
no that’s not true
she thought
not exactly true
years from now i’ll remember
this day in a barcelona port
with a sky as blue as blue can be
and clouds as pure white as white can be
with one small cloud drifting high above
i’ll remember being young
but not innocently swayed
being wary of you a stranger until then
and whatever promises i made
were in your mind alone
though the clouds were right to say
i was meant to drift away
28 Sunday Mar 2021
it happens when you are
playing scrabble and you have
the tiles in your tray that
spell out the name dora
your opponent is waiting
for you to take your turn
no doubt thinking you are
playing a word game as if it’s chess
when in truth at the moment
it’s more like an archaeological dig
as you sift through layers of memory
layers of hurt
finally you select your tiles
and spell out dour instead
