Category Archives: POETRY PICNIC GOOSEBERRY GARDEN

I AM FOR THE SUNSHINE

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

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

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

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A PERSONAL STAB AT WORLD PEACE

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

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

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

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

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RIDDLE ME THIS!

What am I? Who am I? Where am I? Guess! I’ll tell you a piece, and you’ll tell me the rest! I’m a child– you might be, too or you might be grown, But I’ll riddle you– then, what you’ll … Continue reading

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

RESOLUTION OF THE NEW YEAR

March in lock step celebrate along with everybody else’s celebrations feel like an uninvited guest at rites of passage and their brand of initiations resolve myself into a dew to do like you? It’s not a passtime I aspire to. … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry, POETRY PICNIC GOOSEBERRY GARDEN, Week 20 | 6 Comments

THE HALF-GLASSED QUESTION

The proverbial glass half-empty or hall full did not stop to ask whether empty might not also be free, spacious, full of possibility. . . or full , quite confiningly heavy, burdensome, with hardly an inch of wiggle room. . … Continue reading

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