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

Friday, February 22, 2013

Fun Therapy

Expanding the brain
though it threatens to seize up
is my drug of choice.

So I go to school.
The discussion and laughter
make me come alive.

My brain loves to dance.
Who knows where it will take me?
At least we have fun.

Monday, February 18, 2013

Results Might Seem Strange

We tend to believe
humans are nature’s axis.
Then we are surprised.

Nature’s will to thrive
respects no human constructs
standing in its way.

Though results seem strange,
nature’s grand plan embraces
its own renewal.

Friday, February 15, 2013

The Will to Renew

It surprises me.
Faced with disheartening odds,
one can choose to smile.

The human spirit
stuns with its resolute will
to keep marching on.

The new beginnings,
fool’s errand or found wisdom,
will keep arriving.

Friday, February 8, 2013

A Reluctant Truth?

What ingredient
self rising and insistent
explains dogged hope?

What twist of life’s plan,
what warped strain of providence,
grants undeserved loss?

The error may be
thinking goodness in practice
results in its like.

Monday, February 4, 2013

At Times ...

A call for silence,
a time to regenerate,
these needs keen loudly.

Rustling leaves take pause.
Technology’s shrillness too
wanes respectfully.

Within the stillness,
new growth finds a safe harbor.
Restoration starts.