Sunday, July 9, 2017

I've spent a little time distracting myself from world events by trying to express my deep love for all animals.  These are  a few of my expressions.


I love a good mystery
Especially one like you
Existing without answers or questions
About that huge WHY that plagues humans
Because we think, we are
So smart, to know. 

But not you,
You're not even aware of yourself
Of your beauty, your monstrosity,
Your weakness, your might,
Your sweetness, your ferocity
Or how you "chose" to 
swim, crawl or fly.

You don't care
To examine reasons why
we're connected
We simply are
You and I
Earth's creatures entwined

I don't care either
To know why
I love you so much
Mysteriously, I just do.

(For Poets United.)

Wednesday, June 28, 2017


My father-in-law jested,
"If I had a choice 
Between being rich or poor,
I'd rather be rich."
And he truly was 
Though he had no money
His investments grew exponentially
from the wisdom he'd accrued, 
love he never withdrew
From a heart enlarged
With abundant treasures

Makes me consider how
Some things must happen 
From the inside out
Like war and peace
Both deep within me
Walking in the shadow of my death
While I live 
Making choices
Trying hard to negotiate between
My inner demons and those angels
Battling in the corners of my silence
Waiting to see if my inner battles
Can produce the peaceful warrior
I want to be

Sunday, June 11, 2017


Imagine how I felt 
When your wife told me 
How you've changed
No longer the intellectual 
Or spiritual seeker of truth
You've finally accepted 
The little piece of truth
That satisfies you
Body and mind shrinking
Now your truth fits perfectly
In small parameters

The truth is
Now you seek what's left of life
Not to analyze or understand
Definitely not to expand 
There's nothing left to stretch
All you find now are contractions
Birth in reverse
Imagine how I feel 

Me, I still seek
Still find quality in life
My little truths still want to grow
But one truth is especially clear 
As I learn of your slow demise:
It's fear I recognize
In impending truth
Of my own shrinking life
Imagine how I feel

(For Poets United.)

Wednesday, May 24, 2017



I loved that small pot of roses
You gave me that day
Blood red, scent of heaven
Delicate petals embracing
Like we did
Our vibrations circling 
Creating harmonious waves
As we recognized 
Ourselves in each other
Love can be so easy

But love never stays the same
Life likes to draw indelible lines
Births, marriages, deaths, 
Leave their marks 
As do all those seemingly insignificant
Daily encounters that highlight
Different colors in our worlds

Today I barely see myself in you
Our lives are tinted by different hues
But those roses you gave me still bleed red,
Exude a divine bouquet
And they've grown huge

(For Poets United.)

Sunday, May 21, 2017


The orange moon at dawn
Was like dripping ripe fruit
Which I visually tasted
As I watched it sink 
Into someone else's night
Winking at morning's sun
Becoming bright
Like a salute or a blessing
An intimate au revoir 
Between light and light

How privileged I was
To witness this exchange
A present from the gods of love
Showing me affection
In that tiny drop of eternity
Into which I can still dive
Backstroke swimming through time
In my mind

(For Poets United.)

Sunday, May 14, 2017


It's silly 
But makes me feel better
To engage in the absurdity
Of placing artificial flowers on your grave

Hope it's okay
To gift you something practical
That won't die
Though in time, they too
Fade in the beating rays
Of an indiscriminate sun
Everything will eventually burn

Memories of your life,
Flowers' subtle perfume,
That colorful, untouchable, 
Celestial aura 
Linger in my mind
Yet I give you plastic
Perhaps irrationally attempting 
To prolong the melting of who you were
With who I am
Before we are both
Kindling for the ethers

Happy Mothers Day to all (men included) who nurture and give of themselves so that another may thrive.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017


The hospital in my town announces a birth
 by playing a lullaby through the loudspeaker

Everyone smiles
envisioning images of a cute wrinkled baby

The fathers smile 
Concealing their wish 
To contribute more to the situation

The mothers smile
Knowing the pain of pushing someone into living

The caregivers smile 
Proud to be part of what humanity is receiving

The visitors smile
Knowing one more little human slipped out
Screaming demands for answers with no questions

The sick smile 
For an instant forgetting their discomfort, 
Creating space for hope to manifest in healing

Even the dyeing smile
As they themselves are painfully born
Into the mystery of unbeeing