“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Friday, April 26, 2013

Their Cure and Mine


An MSer said,
"I found the solution.
I can walk again."

Noting what was said,
I adopted what I could
filled with optimism.

The fix did not come,
taunting and ephemeral
just beyond my grasp.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Stealing Walt's Lines


Walt Whitman said it.
“Do I contradict myself?"
I ask the same thing.

Sometimes I am up.
Other times I sure am not.
“I am large,” he said.

The poet explained
he “contained multitudes” and
I guess so do I.

Friday, April 19, 2013

The Human Will


The disease course looms
under shrouds of mystery
suppurating gloom.

Whatever solace
one can grasp and hold on to
affirms life’s value.

Courage will prevail.
Human will stubbornly seeks
lasting hope and joy.

Monday, April 15, 2013

Transformation


Borges spoke of his
blindness as an instrument
of transformation.

From miserable
circumstances may emerge
things deemed eternal.

The writer’s wisdom
spurs me to find gifts in loss,
my own alchemy.

Monday, April 8, 2013

The Dream

 
Gossamer petals
suffused with the light of life
enchant with beauty.

Delicate, fragile,
renewed through nature’s cycle,
blossoms buoy hope.

Arid burnt out fields
present surviving flowers.
If them, why not me?

Friday, April 5, 2013

Negotiating Reality

 
Sometimes the sadness
overpowers me and blunts
believing in hope.

In a raw moment,
I surrender to despair,
losing hope's promise.

Negotiating
across the highs and the lows
challenges my will.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Attitude, Reality, and Resolve


I really believe
a winning attitude counts.
I always seek it.

The honest truth is
optimism may elude
my best intentions.

I renew daily
my resolve to keep finding
a foothold in hope.