Using the text prompt to engage in some silliness for Hour 9. Don’t count your chickens before they hatch because to make an omelette, you’ve gotta break a few eggs and that’s only going to throw off your tally You’ve gotta walk and don’t look…

Patience – Making Strides (Inspired by my painting, PATIENCE-MAKING STRIDES)   Standing serene and patient, mindful of all that surrounds you, you teach us about waiting, about vigilance about being watchful and alert   You know yourself, Great Blue, self reliant, resilient, and stable. You…

“It takes two to Tango” My mother would say (and her mother before her, I know) When I was a kid, whatever I did, that blame was not easy to lay. Now I am grown and I’ve learned to bestow that phrase on a few…

The Strength of My Faith   “Faith is not belief without proof, but trust without reservation.” D. Elton Trueblood   I have faith   that we can find the circumference of a circle if we know the radius or diameter, and someone remembers pi.  …

Prompt 8: Source: Green, John. 2018. Turtles All the Way Down. Harlow, England: Penguin Books.   “Become yourself. Pause the real question of consciousness. Way deep down circumstances would make you fictional”

Don’t Count your Chickens before they hatch- Poem 9   Today is the Poetry Marathon across the globe Countries with different time zones Participants from different countries Have to come together for the same poetries   Have to come together for the same poetries As…

Now is not the Time (Hour 9 Half Marathon 2021) The doorbell rings The phone rings I choose to stay Where I am Now is not the time for action We think of love as passion What if we love inaction You say it is…

Big sky mind My grandson says god isn’t real. I say we can’t prove god is or isn’t. Somehow this leads to meditation which is about Buddhism, GiGi. Not exactly, I respond. Anyone can meditate. You don’t have to be Buddhist. He thinks. But I…

Standing rooted in shambles On the floor of my soul Deep into Oblivion and empty calmness Thoughts come and go Chastisement come and go But the guilt stays Tending to decay Causing us all to be soulless Lifeless, devoid of thoughts Expressionless, lacking feelings Losing…

Another Breath Poem   First breath takes in spring winds blowing down slopes of the Rockies over lilies of the valley and lilacs to new me.   My first mingled breath with a brown-haired boy named Darrel as we stood nervous in a shack with…