Along the path, the dog stops to smell oat grass, rose bushes, and the trail crossing from pond to lake. Ducks cross the path after dark, or early in the morning. Daily, I follow this same trail past the lilies, past the cattails, past the…

Pulled along, leashed to your expectations. Fast, slow, on course or off, you set the pace. I’ve had enough. I use my weight and dig in the tread of my shoes. Resist. Stop. We stand at an impasse. Each staring at the other. I turn…

Estate sales are crazy. Perusing all that is left of a life, Hunting for bargains in memories. A handwritten note falls out of a cookbook, Elegant cursive, Was the dinner a success? This person LOVED Christmas, Two rooms stacked full of ornaments, Star cookie cutters…

What does it mean to move one foot in front of the other, under boughs of trees planted long before we were born, under a rising sun, that since creation has risen and fallen into her place obscured some days but always there, under the…

This Music of Life Telling tales through the guitar As violin weeps. Poem 6 By Ingrid Exner Poetry Half Marathon 2021

Gathering of Elders (inspired by my painting, GATHERING OF ELDERS)   I heard their whispers as I passed in throaty, deep and resonant tones They spoke of mankind’s lack of care of genocide and lands stripped bare   So many species gone for good Could…

Monster inside. Fighting to be free. A black dragon, shiny and sleek. Don’t let him out. Into the world he flies, with wings spread. A shadow blotting out the sun. It feels good to be out. Go anywhere, do anything. Be who I want to…

The march The march is over For a decade plus seven The wait is over Grubbing swimming through dirt Inching toward the sustaining tree. Slowly scaling the massive trunk. Waiting under the shadow of leaves For hard shell and wings to form. Releasing songs To…

Energy consuming the main drag at every block I stride through. People are staring, but I keep the pace. I take my time as I cherish this moment. May seem meaningless for most. But with years gone by this is what I’ve craved. A call…

Pandemic Exercise (Hour 6 Half Marathon 2021) By David Hirsh After sitting and zooming For several hours Several days in a row, My legs needed a good stretching I had been sitting too long And my pulse rate Needed a little boost Even though it…