Poems

Photo by Tobias Bjørkli from Pexels I understand something I don’t understand.The soul begins to come out.SayAs in birthBut not.And it expressesTotally wordlesslySomething,As though it wants to know us in the momentWhile we can.Even though I think my soul already knows me.And our feelings begin to mergeBlendAnd old things that used to hurt don’t hurt […]

Photo by Ron Lach  from Pexels When does a poem wax more sermon than a blog?            If conscience bleeds and critics ruminate!The table scraps my children dropped to feed our dog,            That’s poetry. Though I’m alone of late. I tend the Hungry now, with meals that chefs prepare.            Clothe some new-bought, and some with odds

We have our stories, don’t we?Of friends, and foes, and vacation trips.Wants, and needs, and those we’ve loved.And when the days grow shorter stillIt’s stories that remain to fill our cup. For once I sat quiet and listened. We create in this life.We can’t help but do it, and we try.But love?You can’t create love.It

Image from Wikimedia Within the flash of five minutes of The Crying GameWhen a man loves a woman, Ferris wheel turning, bridge, and allI knew that movie would go down as one of my all-time favorites.Long before the big reveal. Within the first five pages of Wuthering HeightsA perfect introvert’s haven, and such a suitable

Photo by Kaique Rocha from Pexels Peace and soft quiet.Is this what people who dreamBelieve what heaven will be? How have I lived this far into my lifeAll of these placesImagined all of the magical scenes I’ve imaginedAnd not ever allowed myself to soak in quiet before? Hush!Hush the perpetual motion of your mind! At