12:12 PM Things are good As they should Be Even though Words won’t flow Now Using time Silly rhyme Here Set the speed Maybe heed Set Hoping that Next fully Fun Bringing up Lots of stuff Now  

Every morning begins the dance, A new day’s arrival, a new day’s chance. Choices to be made on the focus of the day. Choices to be made whether we’ll fret or pray. Every morning begins the dance, The coffee and ice water filled. Checking morning…

the ragged cliffs the ever-changing face of mother aqua the pearls of her tears caressed by the sunlight the smoky canyon, blanketed briefly by mist released to the cold touch of a young breeze the uniform fields of infant barley slowly raising their crowned heads…

Time inefficient Reads regularly at intervaled moments Totality engulfing the seas and reckoning yells often perpetuated by the wells Reading Meadowless fleet Wrapped about in rapt perception Towardinating the origins onto trusses and bushels The orbs are dropped Fallen out of basket weavers’ hands. Today…

    So sorry. He passed. Passed by?  Passed over?  Passed through?  Passed out?   He passed on. Passed on the promotion?  Passed on the second helping? I’m sorry. I need more than a preposition. Passed on to what? A new job?  Another life? Passed…

Shortly after Christmas in 1952 She had a little broom To sweep a little room But found it held surprises Held high enough from it to hang Stretching she could swing With great ease that she did Till sweaty tiny hands did slip Down she…

Looked in the mirror this morning, studying the face who starred back. Old, wrinkled, and a smile – no, More a smirk, Wondering what I was doing. Then I looked directly into the eyes, Falling, falling, deeper, Until I began to see ALL the things…

Waiting for the moment of adulthood for that time when I will feel certain. When the doubt and fear will be replaced by confidence and calm. When decisions come swiftly and are accepted without concern. A place of righteous thought and compassionate acts. Where I…

The cat curls into a ball as does the dog. We pull our knees to our chest—turning inward, traveling in time back to womb when everything was copasetic—now we’re blind with brilliance expanding into the open –our next stage of evolution? Light streams from billions…

Greedy hearts ignore her pleas Only to increase their foul disease Listen carefully to her call to hear A weary wanderer’s voice most clear Dare to listen to her tale of woe Avoid her fate and let your heart grow