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

Wednesday, June 24, 2015



Daily life requires
a miracle a minute
to do anything.

Miracles mostly
dodge my power and control.
Randomness may rule.

While my world shudders,
shaken and destabilized,
I feel overwhelmed.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015



A lily emerged
from its somnolent slumber,
opening fully.

The world too awoke,
welcoming daylight's entry.
Renewal prevailed.

Hope's lasting promise
joined the chorus of rebirth.
Or was it a tease?

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

On My Journey


Facing stiff headwinds,
I tack and then tack again
but keep losing ground.

The losses pile on.
New normals replace old ones,
scarce time to adjust.

To find peace I pray,
"teach me how to live like this"  *
and to do it well.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Getting Things Done


It used to serve me.
Push, push, push, and keep going
to finish a job.

I still complete tasks,
pressing on through exhaustion
until I collapse.

Dogged willpower
stubbornly commands and rules.
Not always for good.