How much harder it must be
to love a friend
when you know
they’ve betrayed you.
Posted in Love, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Secret, Spirituality, Thoughts, Uncategorized, Writing on February 1, 2021| 1 Comment »
Posted in Poem, Poems, Poetry, Thoughts, Writing on January 13, 2021| 5 Comments »
Sometimes words are all we have to offer.
And even when they are not enough,
expressing so,
will appease a forlorn heart.
Posted in Non Fiction, Writing, tagged Non Fiction on November 16, 2020| 4 Comments »
I don’t remember the fall, only bits and pieces surrounding it
I remember the impression earlier in the day that I should keep my cellphone in my back pocket in case there was an emergency.
I remember just before, being on top of the 22 foot ladder and leaning to the left trying to carefully rope it around the tree to secure it.
The next thing I remember was coming to, laying on the ground and seeing my left wrist before me with the jagged bones sticking out of it. I was able to place my right hand under it and flopping it up an inch and thinking, “Yep, it’s broken.” Strangely it didn’t hurt. Nothing did.
I thought of my cell phone in my left hand back pocket and thought, it wasn’t going to be easy getting it with my good right hand.
At that point I passed out again.
I came to in the ambulance. I asked the EMTs if they would please call my wife Laurie and let her know what happened. They said yes.
I passed out again.
Forward to a month or so later, I remembered trying to decide if I should call my son David who was playing video games in the basement.
And having thoughts that I didn’t know if I’d be able to make more than one phone call, as he may not hear me and I didn’t want to risk him move me and injuring me further while trying to help
So I apparently called 911.
Sometime during the ambulance ride I had asked the EMTs to call David and ask him to look around the base of the tree to see if he could find my glasses. (This would be the first time he heard anything about the accident.)
He said that when he looked where I lay, all of the clothes I had been wearing had been cut off me and were lying at the base of the tree.
It would not be until after the surgery that I would wake up in the ICU.
A couple months later I would finally learn the extent of the damage:
Broken bones in my left forearm.
A broken rib.
Two fractured vertebrae
A fractured sacrum
A fractured Coccyx
Pelvic open book fracture.
Hematoma in my right leg
And some elephant man type swelling of man parts that I won’t go into.
The moral of all this?
Always have a spotter when using a ladder.
Posted in Love, Non Fiction, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Thoughts, Writing, tagged Non Fiction on November 15, 2020| 10 Comments »
July 25th,
was the day I almost left this Earth,
and you behind,
after falling most heavily upon it.
Who would have thought
that a mere accident
could claim the life of an immortal?
I look around the garage,
this house,
my den.
And see tools,
supplies,
and things,
that only have meaning for me.
What a mess
I would have left
for you to clean up.
And all the additional responsibilities
you would have had to assume.
I am so, so sorry
that I put you through all this.
And cry,
embarrassing both of us,
with tears of gratitude
for your tender kindnesses since then.
And smile/grimace through tears,
when you in anger say,
that if I ever did something like that again,
you would kill me.
Posted in Love, Non Fiction, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Thoughts, Writing, tagged Commentary, Journal, Musings, My-life, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Thoughts, Writing on April 30, 2020| 1 Comment »
I was looking through a small unpublished journal I wrote as an undergrad and liked one of the poems I read in it. So I decided to reprint it here with a few changes to reflect my current understanding. I’m so glad I’m no longer in that situation, and my heart goes out to those who are.
A long time ago,
twenty times before,
I’ve walked the path I’m walking now.
My love is lost.
Lonliness is what that path is made of.
I’ve gone and lost another.
You,
have been stifled
by me.
“What can I do?” I ask myself.
I don’t know, I’ve tried so many things.
.
There is a river which travels throughout my mind.
I wish…
to cast myself upon it.
I wish to float…
so freely,
thoughtlessly.
I wish to travel on that watery grave where thoughts become meaningless.
Yea, I say,
where there is no existence of feeling.
In my sorrow,
time has no meaning beyond the moment.
Now I’m feeling, wishing,
that moments had no meaning;
that there was no undergoing, nor gleaning
of the fates which impede our progression
toward the eternal truth of love,
and understanding.
Now I’m feeling, wishing,
that there was no undergoing, nor gleaning
of the fates which beckon falsely,
trapping hopeful lovers, ensnaring us in situations
that dash our hopes,
and those of others.
Posted in Native American, Photography, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Writing, tagged American Indian, Anishinabe, Chippewa, Native American, Nature, Ojibwe, Photography, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Writing on April 2, 2020| 4 Comments »
Every spring,
fae Dutchmen flock to free these fancy breeches
from my forest fronds.
Posted in Dreams, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Thoughts, Uncategorized, Writing, tagged Dreams, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Writing on March 31, 2020| 1 Comment »
I was surprised to find
I dreampt of you last night.
Suffice to say
in looking for your own
I found you reading in your sacred space.
We met as friends
but my profession of wanting more too soon,
led to your exit from the room.
Normally a dream would have ended there, but
I was surprised to find,
I saw you once again!
And in looking for my own
I found you curled up reading
in another sacred space.
And upon seeing me,
I watched you in your haste of flight
to find another place,
I was saddened by regret,
that true intimacy is shared,
not taken.
Posted in Poem, Poems, Poetry, Thoughts, Writing, tagged Commentary, Musings, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Reflection, Thoughts, Writing on March 11, 2020| 2 Comments »
So many souls,
voices crying out.
See me!
Hear me!
Feel for me!
Will others pause their journey through this crowd, in this busy world,
long enough to notice you,
one human being, among the
poets,
singers,
writers
artists,
actors
dancers,
and performers,
whom chance has revealed,
as you vie for the attention of a kindred spirit?
Pride and Humility
Posted in Non Fiction, Opinion, Thoughts, Writing, tagged Commentary, Musings, Non Fiction, Opinion, Philosophy, Random-thoughts, Reflection, Self Esteem, Thoughts, Writing on December 29, 2020| 1 Comment »
The nature of pride, and it’s ruin, is to think, speak, or act as if oneself were better than others.
The nature of humility and its salvation, is the thought, speech, and act to become better than one was.
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