Monday, March 19, 2018

Mindfulness - Monday 3.19.18

Most of us take for granted that time flies, meaning that it passes too quickly. But in the mindful state, time doesn't really pass at all. There is only a single instant of time that keeps renewing itself over and over with infinite variety. ~Deepak Chopra

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Early Morning with Jack

A gentle coating of March snow glistens golden
in the light of a yellow street lamp
as curbside trash magically transforms
into winter topiary.

Sunday, March 11, 2018

Over Lunch

               ~for V.C.

Years dissolve in a cocoon 
of comfortable conversation 
weaving past into present
in a tapestry of light and shadow.
new and old,
eagerly shared and celebrated 
as figurative fingers wrap around the friendship knot
decades old and holding strong.
Eyes bright as jewels 
blink back the leaking gratitude
as anticipation mounts
for the next chance to open the treasure chest.

Monday, March 5, 2018

Morning Exorcising

words choked in jammed fingers
demand the cracking of white knuckles

initial pain ebbs as letters flow
from fingertips to keys to the public domain
causing little demons to cower
from the light of the computer screen

Spring Cleaning (albeit a might early)

It amazes me still... how easy it is for me to set myself aside. I marvel at my ability to sit tucked in a corner with my arms around my knees waiting for the "responsible me" to look away from the demands of everyday living long enough to realize I need some attention.

Is it patience... or depression?

Is it being an accountable grownup... or simply avoiding how I really feel? All I can say definitively is that my poetry has suffered and that needs to end.

I've changed the blog's theme to a clean green and removed a small bit of clutter. Taking a breath, I unwrap my arms from around my legs and stand up. I freely admit I'm a bit shaky but I have managed to take a step out from the corner... only time will tell if I'm able to walk to the center of the room.