Sunset

It would not be appreciated,

if you were not with me

to enjoy it.

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Ephemeral

Rarely,

the time of day

the position of the forest leaves and trees

and the light of the rising sun

passing through something man-made

combine to create art

by happenstance,

that is . . .

ephemeral.

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Poison Ivy

In the Spring

even poison ivy looks pretty.

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Looking For Love In The Fall Of 1978

I was looking through a small unpublished journal I wrote as an undergrad and liked one of the poems I read in it.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.

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A Bit of Color

A bit of color

brightens this rainy morning

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Is It Wrong?

Is it wrong

to want the person you love

to remain the same forever?

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Silvery moon beams

Silvery moon beams

awaken me

far too early

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Dutchman’s Breeches

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Every spring,

fae Dutchmen flock to free these fancy breeches

from my forest fronds.

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Taylor Swift

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.

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The One Day

Sitting on my porch rocker
listening to the frogs’ spring chorus
enjoying the one day
between last night’s hail
and the beginning of mosquito season.

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