Ah, this poor word,
Describes my feeling
Towards my
Car,
Child,
Cat,
Friend,
Lover,
And so much
More….
Tis a bit confusing
At times.
And yet this is the most
Glorious sensation,
Our great driver, compelling
Towards so much
Greatness.
And beyond.
Category: Poetry
Honesty’s Power
Honesty’s power
Comes upon the edge of risk
Mysteries laid bare
Morning Colors
Sunlight trickles out
Color gracefully flowing
Each second, newness.
Guides for Love
There are the songs
Step by step guides
Pour amore. Formulaic
Algorithms, hearts,
Just simple functions.
Human hearts don’t
Work that way.
Intense complexities.
Love’s quest often
Maddeningly murky.
Love entails risk
Confessing our
Passion, perhaps
Unreturned. Painfully
Raw moments.
Expectation’s Tyranny
Torture one’s psyche,
Contort our minds beyond
Recognition, seeking a path
Defined by fear’s engorged
Demands
Good Morning
Glorious sunrise
Tranquillity’s brilliant
Spectacle renews.
Misty Motion
Mists flowing through trees
Compelled by wind’s urging.
Rivulets descend the glass
Warping these trees I view.
Refraction’s coloration divine.
Sunlight glitters upon them,
Moments flickering through
Greyness, cloudy murk
Defines my land. White
Farmhouse upon the hill
Calls to me, wondering
Where I’ve journeyed, the
Familiar seeps into my
Bones. Salvation.
Pickles
Burgers delight me
Yet there are limits for me
Pickles are evil
Together
Two beautiful hearts
Connecting upon a song
Beating in tandem.
My Mind’s Vigor
Upon this odd hour
My mind flutters gracefully
Over bright flowers.