Two worlds divided Of both seen and unseen A medium once confided: “It’s by mediation that they convene”   A mirrored reflection Inverted when seen But its origin— we loosen When the future was foreseen   For as the present time may serve As a…

  My kind of normal takes time and trouble to see the beauty in life           In words and In efforts      In nature and In relationships    In activities that stimulate thought             (Pear)           Shape And allow…

once upon a time when all the poems rhymed there was a porridge called normal for breakfast folks imbibed as poets verses scribed and days unfolded generally quite formal by lunch there was a yearning but at jobs the folks were earning the cash they…

When everything seems hopeless and fraught in great despair And you’re left with much to question with life crumbling everywhere You may be left to ponder, as you question where to turn O’er that sacred place of solace, where you’ll find that peace you yearn…

I remember The last breath of unfiltered air On a cool evening I stopped and raised my hands in the air And filled my lungs as much as I could   I remember Trying to hold that breath Because words cannot explain How pure and…

Text Prompt Write a poem exploring the word normal. It could be in the context of pre-pandemic life and the present, how normal needs to be better,or about how normal has always been different within your family. Any interpretation or interaction with the word normal,…

Gransha Grounds   The sun sits high in the sky Radiating heat as I pass by   Tis a fine summers day, Even the rabbits have come to play   Sounds of Nature ring out on Gransha’s grounds It’s the weekend, there’s not many humans…

The seventh hour— time fulfills Each moment, each hour, every geist Awakening ancient powers and skills Only brought to remembrance when enticed   Lifted from times very essence Ones knowledge is valued and priced For the origins very own potence Is found when a mediums…

Invited to run with daughter — LOVE the daughter, Jenny May. I admire her physical activity level — she is 20-some years younger.   But, no, running is not comfy for me. I prefer the pace at which I can see the variety of weeds,…

And then I imagined that the deck of the ship was a dance floor that graced my feet Orange skies with streaks of purple Colors so deep I could feel the texture of their richness within my soul The smell of the sea calling out…