This was a project I did basically during the pandemic. I started writing a poem a day. Once ‘real life’ started again it got harder to write everyday, which is interesting.
a tapestry
the thread of days
joined one by one
a tapestry
when all is done
to look back
enjoy the sight
of a life lived
the colors right
we navigate
life can rock
like a boat
one day you’re under
the next you float
sometimes our sails
catch the wind
we navigate
to laughs and grins
asking for help
asking for help
might be sort of hard
can feel a bit scary
to let down our guard
but think what might happen
if you got rather brave
you’d see that the asking
was a gift that you gave
The Daily Hum
Maybe meet your true self
when you are making toast.
Maybe see a path so true
waiting for the roast.
Maybe understand it all
washing the dog’s hair.
Maybe unlock mysteries
climbing up the stairs.
Life often reveals itself
in surprising, subtle moments.
The daily hum of this and that
may awake the potent.
Finding Simple
Why is finding simple
often quite quite hard?
Seems it would be easy —
complex? Just discard.
But reaching toward the simple
feels more like clearing vines.
Each tendril is connected,
dug in and must be mined.
Pull on one small thread
find a monster at its end.
Have to just keep pulling,
the time you have to spend.
Maybe when you finish
you find a clearing, clean and bare.
A simple life for living —
but I can’t tell you, I’m not there.
the heat of overuse
Words are like butter
once firm they can melt under
the heat of overuse
Warm words soften
seem to be everywhere
their greasy film coating ideas
making them slippery
Words are potent
kept chilled and used on purpose
Idea Ivy
Have you ever met an idea
that wouldn’t let you go?
Time moves on but somehow
the idea digs in and grows?
Starts to send out vines
taking over swaths of head space.
The idea no longer lives
in just one little small space.
It has spread out like ivy
covers up much of the rest.
Let’s hope this idea a good one
because it’s no longer a guest.
Someday soon you’ll forget
the idea was once a small seed.
Let’s hope your idea grew into
a beauty and not just a weed.
a light
Is fear like an anchor, holding you down
Is it like a dark room, cold and lonely
Like a veil that surrounds you
A nightmare that lingers
Black shadows
Stickiness
Today
I wish for you
The warm sun of day
Streaming in, clearing your vision
You find a key, unlock bright possibilities
Move into the world clean and full of courage
finding, keeping, losing, weeping
we move through our days
in this world made of gold
not sure of our future
with a habit to hold
much is like water
flowing away
formed to discover
not built to stay
welcome
what if
the trees and bushes were my friends
the grass a perpetual welcome mat
the flowers a daily surprise party
the squirrels and rabbits welcome guests
even when they twitch and run away
what if
Home
extended beyond these walls
and the earth welcomed me back
because she had been missing me
mind mosquitos
complaints are like mosquitos
flying around your head
buzzing biting and sucking
until you slap them dead
grumbling about everything
pointing the finger out there
when the critters get too thick
a madman stands and swats the air
more wise to put on some bug spray
go inside, find a net or a tent
see the bright side, smile, say thank you
or be gnawed by your own lament