Writing to me
Is like dieting
I shed unwanted
Pounds discarding thoughts
And memories and
Pain onto pages
Purging and eliminating
Mass and weight
Making me buoyant
Ready to tackle
The next dessert
Crossing my plate
Gate
After years and years
Of walking the fence
Of my long life
I have finally arrived
At the gate a
Creaky old thing that
Barely hangs upon its
Own hinges that moans
When it is opened
And growls when closed
Whomever thought that putting
The gate over here
And not back yonder
Either was wickedly humorous
Or knew better for
This gate I found
Eventually found was me
NowYourTurn
And finally it happened
You made a friend
Someone your own age
Someone that sees the
World through your eyes
And not just mine
Mine are foggy smeared
With the grime of
Life heartbreak and experience
While you and your
Friend don’t wear glasses
Now is the time
For you to run
Away from the shadows
That I have become
And into your noontime
Sun which casts no
Shadow as it’s overhead
InOrderToAnything
Every single beginning starts
With and end of
Some kind avoiding the
End never solves anything
Ends aren’t the problem
Getting there isn’t either
What seems to be
The problem for most
Is accepting the end
You simply cannot avoid
Inevitability it’s part of
The process of life
Such as a bird
Which soars to Heaven
Knows it must eventually
Land in order to fly
TodayMaybeNew
The day starts bright
Sunshine skitters through blinds
Coffees aroma rises wafts
Heart fresh from sleeping
Hopes that at last
Today I can push
Aside the cloudy fear
And indecision granting me
Some relief from pain
And perhaps new love
From a new stranger
I’ve yet to meet
