The Physics of Worth
posted about 1 year ago | 2 comments
If talking around the edges of the matter were a sport,
I would be an Olympic gold medalist,
Especially with my dad...
Saying what I want to say
Need to say, should say
Comes naturally
In my own arena, in my fields of endeavor,
Where I know my wa...
I would be an Olympic gold medalist,
Especially with my dad...
Saying what I want to say
Need to say, should say
Comes naturally
In my own arena, in my fields of endeavor,
Where I know my wa...
lament
posted about 1 year ago | 2 comments
i haven't cried today
and that is strange because i saw your name on something
and i unpacked some winter clothes
and there was your jacket
the one i gave you for Christmas
the year we got snowed in in Virginia
i didn't cry when they spoke of
ho...
and that is strange because i saw your name on something
and i unpacked some winter clothes
and there was your jacket
the one i gave you for Christmas
the year we got snowed in in Virginia
i didn't cry when they spoke of
ho...
For a Home...
posted about 1 year ago | 1 comment
For a home,I would pick a mountain side
One with a view of the Blue Ridge, the Smokeys
Or some such, because there,in Appalachia,
The arms of the sweetest mama wrap around me...she is
Comforting Mama Earth, who lives alot of the time
Down south. S...
One with a view of the Blue Ridge, the Smokeys
Or some such, because there,in Appalachia,
The arms of the sweetest mama wrap around me...she is
Comforting Mama Earth, who lives alot of the time
Down south. S...
Morning Reverie
posted about 1 year ago | 0 comments
lacy, soft ice wraps gently
around the tight patch of clover
and the earth breathes clouds
that float and drift above and over
a still, quiet field of golden grass
spreads from here to the trees
where deer watch wait and wander
to nibble my yar...
around the tight patch of clover
and the earth breathes clouds
that float and drift above and over
a still, quiet field of golden grass
spreads from here to the trees
where deer watch wait and wander
to nibble my yar...
Four Months Gone
posted about 1 year ago | 1 comment
it is so quiet...
the clock ticking is mocking...
an echo of another's heartbeat gone missing,
stilled , vacant from here...
head bowed, i sigh deeply,
i lace my fingers over my forehead
just to feel connected to something
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...
the clock ticking is mocking...
an echo of another's heartbeat gone missing,
stilled , vacant from here...
head bowed, i sigh deeply,
i lace my fingers over my forehead
just to feel connected to something
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...
New Words
posted about 1 year ago | 2 comments
I love words. I love many words personally, and feel I have had a love affair going on with them for most of my life. It is my Dad's fault. He would come to my room when i was doing my homework in high school , all excited because he had discovere...
Sojourner
posted about 1 year ago | 2 comments
A pilgrim's heart has been a part of me,
For just as long as I can remember,
Having no home unbinds, and sets me free,
Even in life's approaching December.
I am a seeker, a poet- dreamer,
My mind, the fertile landscape I wander,
I have peace, tho...
For just as long as I can remember,
Having no home unbinds, and sets me free,
Even in life's approaching December.
I am a seeker, a poet- dreamer,
My mind, the fertile landscape I wander,
I have peace, tho...
Something More Than
posted about 1 year ago | 1 comment
Something happened, not sure what...
Perhaps all the stars were aligned just right,
Or the energy we all brought chimed together
harmoniously,
Oh, I do love that word...
Perhaps the saints, past and present,
Made themselves known
In our collectiv...
Perhaps all the stars were aligned just right,
Or the energy we all brought chimed together
harmoniously,
Oh, I do love that word...
Perhaps the saints, past and present,
Made themselves known
In our collectiv...
in her grief
posted about 1 year ago | 4 comments
Actually this is not autobiographical.A friend is having a very hard time with the loss of her child...
she looks at the floor at the shattered glass,
all the jagged edges, broken designs,slivers,
symbolic of her shattered life,
so transparent wi...
she looks at the floor at the shattered glass,
all the jagged edges, broken designs,slivers,
symbolic of her shattered life,
so transparent wi...
not the end yet...
posted about 1 year ago | 1 comment
storm haikus
could it have been worse?
oh yes and then some, as the
night sky split apart
the lightning ravaged
heaven in other worldly
battle for power
purple, silver rain
fell, slicing the air open
the prince of night stalks
bmills
081810
could it have been worse?
oh yes and then some, as the
night sky split apart
the lightning ravaged
heaven in other worldly
battle for power
purple, silver rain
fell, slicing the air open
the prince of night stalks
bmills
081810
