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.
I have started to edit some of these mostly the kids poetry. I think there might be enough here for a book. We shall see.
I make no claim that much of this is “good” poetry. But I do make the claim that I loved doing it and I learned something and some of it makes me cry.
wandering in the dark
Life sometimes feels
like wandering in the dark.
Suddenly the whole world lights up
and your eyes take too long to adjust.
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.
never easy
always question
this way or that?
making decisions
a bit like combat
always struggle
which way to go?
even if easy
still labor to know
always hope for
yes, this is it!
instead only anguish
hands wring, teeth grit
always do it
just make a pick
but never easy
or very quick
Between
Does cheese feel trapped in a sandwich?
Or does he feel cozy inside?
Does jelly feel squeezed in a doughnut?
Or does she just calmly abide?
To be in between might be stifling
feel like you’re caught in a snare.
But maybe instead it feels dreamy
tucked into safe and soft layers.
Between can be one other strange place,
one that feels more like the dark.
You left something known, now are swimming,
worry the water hides sharks.
You wander with no destination,
the world around may turn gray.
Trust that between is a good place
and soon you will find a new way.
on the edge
on the edge
of something new
look ahead
what will you do?
walk a path
not seen before
enter through
a newfound door
stay alert
your courage hold
you might find
a vein of gold
The Way Forward
Sometimes standing still,
stopping to hear the inside,
starts the way forward.
friendship
you might wander off
find you are quite lost
seek the entry given
no fence you need to cross
the place you do come home to
some solid grounded core
space to lay your worries
the always open door
worry, fret
worry?
fret?
it’s all
a bet
we never know
which way it goes
we hope and pray
it goes our way
until one day
we end our stay
just do it
calm water beckons
dive in to the deep unknown
risk for something new
moments slip quickly away
hesitation no refuge
one small question
Choose one small moment,
ask yourself one small question —
what does love look like?