24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I’m a poet, writer, photographer, artist, nature lover, mom, friend and animal lover. I live in Bremerton with my wildly talented and beautiful wife, who is my best friend and also a poet. I work from home for Martin Luther King County government and am a lifelong Washingtonian. I have self published two poetry volumes available for sale on amazon.com and through other outlets. I’m currently working on preparing a third volume of poetry for publication.
The greatest gift
I’ve ever received
was the day that we learned
our son Gabe was conceived.
Such incredible wonder
on the day he was born–
such a sweet happiness
when we brought
our son home.
Each day was a gift
and such a deep joy.
The greatest gift of my life
is my sweet, darling boy.
There’s no place like home
of that much I’m certain
I’m not trying to make sense
of who’s behind the curtain.
I’m not looking for courage,
or a brain or a heart.
I’ve got all that I need
and I’m ready to start.
So down the yellow brick road I go.
When I click my heels thrice,
I’ll be back home.
A single white feather
lets me know you are near.
I’ve asked you for signs,
but they weren’t always clear.
This is a sign
that can comfort the doubtful.
You have sheltering wings
and for this I’m so grateful.
I long to find ease.
I long to find rest.
I long for a lover who’s up to the test.
I long for a morning with nothing to do.
I long for world wellness
and for world peace too!
First light of morning
warmth rushes in like water.
I burrow under.
I turn into myself.
I turn into you.
Together we’re telling
a new kind of truth.
We’re stronger together
than we’ve been on our own.
And the best part is that
we are never alone.
Kiss-less at midnight
but the bubbly flows freely.
A night of reflection
has got me in my feelings.
I raise a toast to the past year
and the gifts that it brought me.
I’m even thankful for hardships
and all that they taught me.
I welcome the new year –
so many surprises awaiting.
I’m excited and hopeful.
And I’m still celebrating.
hands advance gently
just a minute at a time
so few understand
the salt breeze blowing
through my hair
mountains in silhouette
at sunset
and you.
I’m hopping a flight
I don’t care where I’m headed.
I need a break from my life.
And the losses I’ve dreaded.
Maybe taking a plane
to some place faraway
will help me feel sane–
help me face a new day.
I won’t send a postcard.
Don’t expect me to call.
I’m in need of some me time.
I’m so done with this all.