What’s my path forward?
Unpredictable, of course
My inner voice knows
The right way.
Now, to silence the noise
And listen to the birds
At dawn
Category: Free Verse
Standing Upon The Edge
I stand on the edge
Where end and beginning
Tumble into each other
One foot in yin
The other on yang
Stars dance around me
As I await the sun
The curse of inadequate coffee
The curse of inadequate coffee
Obligingly sipped amidst family or coworkers
Eventually I will seek out a cafe of quality
Pastries accentuating the fragrance
Of fresh roasted delight
This Fitful Night
Looking skyward
While dawn approaches
Waiting for this fitful night
To finally end
Safety
His soul hides
Deep within old leather covers
Safe upon the shelf
Sometimes pulled down
Blowing dust free
Forgotten poems read
In the fading light
Of dusk
Time to Rise
Beautiful words
Embrace my mind
Yet life demands
My attention
An Early Morning Poem
It is morning, I guess,
Bringing me wakefulness
Vigorously unwanted
Far too recently did I dive in
Seeking eight hours of rest
Obscenely cut short
By my restless mind
To those who brag about their generosity
The louder you shout
Boldly proclaimed
“Generosity”
The more clearly I see the
Deception within your heart
Logic’s Altar
For so long
I’ve worshipped
At logic’s altar
The cold linear stone now
Seems empty to me
Time to go within
Into mystery
The unspoken certainly
Arising from hope
And the love
For beauty
This Morning
Not yet dawn
Morning’s air chills
Blankets more inviting
Soon will grab some tea
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