Category Archives: POETRY PICNIC GOOSEBERRY GARDEN

I AM FOR THE SUNSHINE

Posted on March 23, 2013 by

I am for the sunshine. . . The sunshine is for me, as I was born upon this earth, though countless creatures, plants and people got here first– from brainy beasts, both wild and tame to one-celled algae floating up … Continue reading →

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A TEAR IS BUT A TINY SEA OF WATER

Posted on August 4, 2012 by

A tear is but a tiny sea of water needing to come out. . . to balance whatever fate and circumstance admit– +++++dust. . . ++++++++++disappointment. . . ++++++++++where had been trust. . . +++++++++++++++and countless other kinds of loss. … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Week 20 | 2 Comments

AN END IN SIGHT

Posted on August 3, 2012 by

An end in sight. . . +++++clear ground ++++++++++just found ++++++++++that peers ++++++++++from under ++++++++++remnant rubble. . . Purpose emerged from blur +++++of fuzzy fog. . . and dreams caught between +++++a slew of warring rainclouds +++++in soggy, windy night. … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Week 8 | Leave a comment

A PERSONAL STAB AT WORLD PEACE

Posted on June 4, 2012 by

World peace? A tall order. . . so many ones involved, devolved– so many an unnecessary border. . . Is it even possible? when it’s all too commonplace that families split asunder. . . when brother can’t brother forgive? and … Continue reading →

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STRUTTING DEEPER INTO LIFE

Posted on January 31, 2012 by

Getting into life deeper and deeper lighter and lighter higher and higher poised between contentment and desire I find answers I stay open I wonder sometimes I inquire I’m getting more discrete and acting ever bolder strutting with growing grace … Continue reading →

Posted in POETRY PICNIC GOOSEBERRY GARDEN, Week 24 | 1 Comment

LIVING TO TELL THE TALE

Posted on January 9, 2012 by

cloth books +++++to please, appease +++++the youngest babes +++++gave way to clock books +++++with hands to spin +++++and set +++++in sundry ways some books there were with golden spines– some told of the olden times. . . some were writ … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, POETRY PICNIC GOOSEBERRY GARDEN, Week 21 | 7 Comments

LEARNING TO COUNT TO SEVEN

Posted on January 9, 2012 by

Enter the world a babe and mom– hard not to see you as only one. . . growing big, crawling, standing and soon, it’s hard not to see two of you. . . Daddy makes three. The other big kids … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, POETRY PICNIC GOOSEBERRY GARDEN, Week 21 | 5 Comments