true colors
17 February 2014
“You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small
But I see your true colors”
(Steinberg/Kelly)
I am not Ansel Adams mind you,
I cannot see the beauty in
black and white surrounding me.
Maybe it’s just Winter,
nothing but these shades
of nothingness,
monochrome,
lifeless,
dead.
I
tend to
become small,
see what I want.
I miss blues and greens,
yellows, reds, oranges,
and my favorite, purple.
Anyone can learn how to see,
but sometimes we lose sight of ourselves.
Misconstrued
14 March 2013
Misconstrued
Please excuse me for
my honest exuberance,
I’ll say nothing more.
It’s just I so rarely find
Someone who excites my mind,
Whose words, truly touch my heart.
I only meant to impart
joyful gratitude,
a little encouragement,
not be misconstrued.
To another poet
06 March 2013
To another poet …
You
inspire
me to think,
to dream, believe
in the power of
words, something I had lost
in my personal silence,
doubts, and self-pitying darkness.
Thank you seems inadequate at best.
But that’s the magic of connection,
the value of community,
the passion of kindred souls,
whose only bond is words,
the expression of
your heart and mine.
So thank you,
poet,
friend.
Bearly Winter Blues
09 December 2011
Bearly Winter Blues
It’s
just cold,
no snow yet,
a few flurries,
a dusting perhaps,
the calm before the storm.
I know what is coming soon,
snowing, blowing, drifting winter,
two or three months of weather I hate.
Every year I declare the same thing:
this will be the last one I endure,
but it is just wishful thinking.
Maybe I am getting old,
feeling my aches and pains?
I’ll just hibernate,
a growly bear,
until spring
cheers me
up.
