Poems
I like poetry. I like reading it, writing it and thinking about it. I have written and published a book of poetry. I titled it Friday Musings. You can find my book on Amazon. Click here.
The image on this page is one of my notebooks and shows what it looks like when I write a poem (I used it when I wrote “Crafting a Poem). I usually start with a pen or pencil and paper but the ideas may start on the note app on my phone or from a small notebook I carry with me.
The simplicity and depth of a poem telling a story appeals to me.
I love being able to touch emotions and express thoughts in a few words.
I enjoy the rhythm and flow of a poem.
If you like poems check back here once in a while. You may see a new poem or a poem I wrote years ago.
Silence Misting
The sacred sounds of silence Drifting through my mind Misting through my soul Softly touching me Tentacles of healing Drawing out my restlessness Easing my soul Like a fog bound sunrise over water Grey and colour filled Easing into life I am calmed I am blessed
Naked Ears
Been walking with naked ears Been walking that way for years Love having open hearing Birds chirping Bugs zinging Wind in the trees The sounds of nature Not so sure Why people find headsets So endearing Love my naked hearing
Observations in Nature
Muskrat and beer cans
Pop cans and turtles
Coffee cups and frogs
Cellophane wrappers and herons
Balloons and ducks
Plastic bags
Sharing the pond
All shining in the sun
Ain’t nature divine?
Raccoon and cigarette butt carcasses
Along side the road
Opossums no longer scampering
Rotting in the sun
Birds wings fluttered by passing cars
Unmoving bodies flying no more
Plastic bags fluttering in the trees
All shining in the sun
Ain’t nature beautiful?
Ain’t nature beautiful?
Ain’t nature grand?
People
Oh People!
What are we doing to our land?
Crafting a Poem Snippets of verse tangled words broken pauses flitting ideas fractured cadence Sifting through the kaleidoscope of images, feelings, half-finished thoughts interrupted flow struggling to write coherently Stuttering bursts of words appearing on paper re-arranging, striking out editing, shaping, rephrasing at last is is done A poem has been crafted to share and enjoy
Wind Blown Thoughts Thoughts scattering in every direction like leaves on a windy day never resting in one place for too long sometimes running in long streams sometimes jumping and whirling in miniature tornadoes suddenly stopping and resting completed Then a gust of need to, want to, have to blows going other directions thoughts scurry, tumble and glide over new paths not resting or sitting anywhere for long until suddenly stopped fluttering thoughts come to rest like leaves dropping to the ground A long blustery day comes to an end the wind drops at sunset thoughts slow and stabilize multitasking done later as sleep drifts in on a gentle breeze thoughts rest at peace For now
Social Media Facebook Twitter LinkedIn MySpace Google+ Pinterest Bebo 1,313 friends and followers Well connected And yet… I feel so alone So disconnected Trying to remember When was the last time I had a real conversation Posting Tweeting Pinning Words and pictures Going out Discordant Disconnected Disparate conversations What are you saying? Can you hear me? Are we communicating? Are we real?
