When did you become a man? Was it the day you decided to walk yourself to class? Leaving your mother behind, as you, still so small, took the long walk down the school corridor. Was it when you began to explore nature? Navigating the woods; catching critters in the creek. Was it when you discoveredContinue reading “A Mother’s Love”
Category Archives: Poem
When It’s There
When it’s there, it’s there. It clicks into place, A piece of a puzzle, Connecting a whole. A cognizant moment; An inexplicable bond; A strong attraction; An insistent pull. It cannot be forced; It cannot be avoided; It just happens, And you know it is there.
Imagination
A little imagination can go a long way; We find it in stories and use it in play. A leap in the air and with wings we do fly; We soar over treetops and swoop through the sky. A dive underwater sprouts fins on our backs; We swim past the mermaids; avoid shark attacks. AContinue reading “Imagination”
Me In The Tree
My feet are planted firmly on the ground, As my toes drive deep into the damp earth; A sturdy foundation for my erect torso. Standing tall, my arms spread wide; My fingers stretch toward the sky sprouting leaves. My eyes stare as two woodpecker holes. I wait and I watch. For hundreds of years, IContinue reading “Me In The Tree”
Light After Dark
All is sweeter in the light after dark.
The Puddle
In a puddle I do splash.
Boredom
What will you do with so much time on your hands?
The Butterfly
I am seen as a pest As I eat from your garden But eating I must So I please beg your pardon. As what you see now Is simply a stage I’ll hang in transition For so many days. And when I emerge With such beauty and power I’ll fly through your garden Pollinating eachContinue reading “The Butterfly”
Choices
Good choices, spinning a positive light; Great choices, filling our lives with abundance; Unfortunate choices, setting us back a bit; Awful choices, sending us into a tailspin. Choices so inconsequential, We don’t even realize we are making them; Choices so profound, There is no turning back. Maybe we choose not to make aContinue reading “Choices”
In His Head
He is lost in thought. Do I know this because he doesn’t hear me? No, it is because his hands are in motion, As he interacts with the imagined person in his head. What might he be thinking? Oh, just look at his hands; Calmly contemplative or flailing in agitation; Revealing the emotion ofContinue reading “In His Head”
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