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.