Certain (for Peter McKinnon)
The Keep
Thoughts about finding our Missing Piece
Parts Unknown
Reverberations
Cast No Shadow
This Life (for Peter McKinnon on our 3rd Anniversary)
There Was a Time II…..
There Was a Time….
The Fox
Love is the language of Thanksgiving.
My Shell Barely Cracked
No Secrets…
Story/Witness
From an essay to a Poem: Letters
In passing
Syncopated Joy
Three (and MANY more) of my TOP TWENTY poems can be found in Mark McKinnon’s new book “Book Marks” (available on Amazon, click link, below)
Judas by Vassar Miller
Going..
Light…
Outlie*
Higher
That Bird
Before Buddha….
I cannot see the curvature of Earth….
Dimensions
Birth of a Poem (for Frost and Miller)
Protectors
Stalker of Souls
Happy First Day of Autumn
Interconnectedness of Us
Of All
2020, The Burn
Light, Entering
Storms tear across The Farm…
Traveling…
For the Young Ones….Faith
The Way
It’s 4 AM
In a Name….
Wide and Deep
Remember to re-member
Civility in time of crisis….
BE more. Kinder. More Thoughtful. More Loving. Less critical. Less hateful. More likely to help than to harm….
Jack R. Hughes
Infamous Jack Hughes quote: “In art, as in life, if I’m unconcerned about where I am then I’m never lost.”
Gone Again
Counting, Counting, Counting…
We2
12-21-2018 Solstice
12-21-2018 Solstice
Is this reality real?
End of Day for Archibald MacLeish
End of Day, for Archibald MacLeish
tuck and roll, Baby, tuck & roll….
Like the sea to the shore, like the distant mountains…ROLL.
Must be The Matrix…..
01/01/001/1001/01/001/100101/01
Marco. Polo……
From my childhood dreams when I dreamed I was Capt. Sir Richard Francis Burton…or Marco Polo….
What is ‘grace’?
Grace is full, never lean. It’s a Gift.
Show and Tell
Actions v. words. It’s a long, long road.
Too little, too late?
The Queen of Hearts wants to talk….gotta minute?
No story remains fixed.
We all collaborate with one another.
We seek and hope to find.
When we allow our wounds ~ they often shine. filled up with Light.
See, hear, smell, taste, touch my heart.
Come! Rise!
Pitch: to set up, to plunge or lurch, point/position/degree. To begin, to contribute, to attack.
To set/plant/choose. Lumen. Light. Luminosity.
I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,me,me,me,me,me
Humans have begun speaking in chitter~chatter~babble~detriv.
I almost became a geologist…
…or a physicist….anthropologist, biologist, professor, lawyer…
How can we know?
Sometimes it’s not what we say, but what’s left unsaid.
Code/decode.
Intuition comes to assist us. Use it.
Known? When? Where? How?
Yep. There you are. Here I am.
Who needs a map, anyhow?
Follow your heart. The road will appear.
Frost: “A poem begins with a lump in the throat”
Some of my poetical inspirations: Robert Frost and Vassar Miller.
dagian, Old English: first light
In the cool of dawn, in the first glow looking East
brevi = a combining form meaning “short,” used in the formation of compound words: brevirostrate. (dictionary.com)
Can you even imagine how children felt when they received a copy of Beatrice Potters small, intimate “hide-away” books, just the right size to fit in their young hands or a small pocket?! Brevi. Bene.
With every heartbeat…
I pray for you, I Love you. Love is the language spoken here.
What do 46 pages, the Beatles, and France all have in common? The Queen of Hearts said….
….off with their heads! As the baton passes, be sure you understand the situation.
Covid-19, or Not?
These are my experiences over the past almost six months. Was it COVID-19, or not?? You tell me.
You Dreamers and Doers, you Lifters and Loves, you Caring and Kind: come, now!
Rise and Become the Energy you intended! Come, now! Rise!
A Blessing for you.
A Blessing as you walk your path. May you follow toward the Light.
Love is the language spoken here….nothing says I Love you like taking the time to prepare a beautiful/tasty meal or dessert.
When we take the time to get healthy ingredients, prepare everything and present it to others, we demonstrate great Love.
Little i, BIG why
Like the TILT on an old pinball machine, whistles and beeps and light flashes warn me. I’m not so very smart, after-all…
Indebted, Beholden, Thankful, Gifted, Grateful: all of the above.
Between the Soul and the Outside World, Scooter and Hesse.
The Rumi Fields and Spiritual Stalemate.
Thomas ~ If you bring forth that which is within you, that which is within you will save you…
…If you do not bring forth that which is within you, that which is within you will destroy you.
~ Thomas
Direction? Here is a genuine Love poem. I hope you enjoy it.
Here is a genuine Love poem, my Friends. I hope you enjoy it.
One minute, swimmin’ around, next comes that darned osprey….or, fisher of fish..
It’s all about perspective….glad I’m not THAT fish!
On and on and on and on…
Sometimes the lights we Love flicker out, but rest assured others will be lit to light your way.
An overpowering amazement
We arise each day to a circumstance of Wonder…
Release my ego: the part of me that wounds.
‘Shatter’ ~ verb (used with object)
to break (something) into pieces, as by a blow.
to damage, as by breaking or crushing
to impair or destroy (health, nerves, etc.)
to weaken, destroy, or refute (ideas, opinions, etc.) (Dictionary.com)
The doers!
The ones who keep working in order that we have food, dispose of trash, clean our communities, help us, help us, help us…THANK YOU.
Confinement, 2020
Can you hear the rain drops falling off the red maple? Hear the fog crawling close and closer, still?
Quiet.
How can some of us clear our minds and others can’t seem to stop the constant static interference in our minds?
The Writer’s Craft, 2016
Letters document our Loves, our Lives and our Liberty through the ages. We can’t get the same feel from bytes on a computer…they take so small an effort, they are hardly worth it.
Dis-order.
“The Way of a Pilgrim” translated by R.M. French ~ how can we, possibly, pray with every heartbeat?
One, two, three….
Float. Think. Focus. Write. Speak.
Birthing a thought/reality. Love spoken here.
But, is it…
“The Road goes ever on and on”, as JRR Tolkien wrote. Where will The Road lead you?
Deliberateness
Before factories and manufacturing, everything a person possessed was made by someone’s hands, somewhere…
Everything means something.
We looked to the sky, to the forest floor, the way a bird dips, then soars. Can you hear rocks sing?
Rise!
Anyone can be a self-serving ego-maniacal jerk ~ it takes very little effort.
What do YOU call it?
What IS ‘boredom’ if not “thinking too much about ourselves and not enough about others”?
Out Home
Little did he know, as he walked that field. it would be the last time he ventured into it.
Three Sacred Words
The art of believing in the face of adversity.
Covid – 19
Is time more elastic in isolation? What would Einstein think? Covid-19-and-the-elasticity-of-time.