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pondering

Sometimes in the early hours When we cannot sleep Our thoughts may turn to things That make our eyes weep   Sometimes in those moments When thoughts run through our head We ponder on what happened Things done, thought and said   Perhaps we may have Somewh...

One More

One man's thoughts of a friend gone

I pulled the last olive off the swizzle stick with my teeth and ate it before finishing off my drink. Looking up at the clock it, showed 4:20. It was in the AM, not the afternoon. It had been a long day. “I couldn't even begin to count the number of peopl...

My Soul

From my new collection Geography of the Mind--Poems of Exploratio

I guess it’s in me somewhere, hovering, waiting, perhaps between heartbeats, or underneath my breath, hiding where it can’t be seen, but wanting to escape with me, go somewhere, perhaps over the rainbow where bluebirds fly.   Sometimes, I wonder if it’s r...

My Intuition Speaks to Me

From my new collection Geography of the Mind--Poems of Exploration

  Listen to me when I speak to you, tells you what you need to hear, whispers in your ear when others tell you what to do and you’re uncertain, on the fence, bewildered.   Close your eyes and listen to me with your heart; trust me more than you trust your...

My Mind

From my new collection Geography of the Mind--Poems of Exploration

Sometimes I’m in a jungle tripping over vines, shoving my way through bushes, looking for a path, wondering if there is one and asking with every breath where am I?   Other times my mind is an eagle high above the trees and mountains, soaring over lakes,...

Am I a spinner of thread to weave a cloth of words?Are my words truths to share, or just my lies?Is the cloth so made an invisible cover?If my truths are lies, then what is their worth? Am I a fisherman dangling worms of words?Are my words of any use to t...

CONFESSIONS OF A TROUBLED MIND This is no work of poetry, fiction – even though it might be argued that my thoughts are nothing but, - or even a happy hollow song that will get almost a billion views on YouTube. These few paragraphs I am about to write ar...

Anonymous

I have no story to tell

Does it feel like a triumph? Does it trouble your mind, the way you trouble mine? ~Exile Vilify

When the words cut off, my lips quiver with the thought of what else, I can say. As I pour my heart out all over this blank screen, I can't help but wonder what purpose I have for doing this. I don't even know what feelings I stir up with these words, the...

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A lone figure by the end of the world I watch the sunlight dip below glowing horizons waves splashing onto sand of silvery white wind rushing like it has somewhere to go I don't. The bold waves breach my solitary confinement brought on by my own foolishne...

ICE

a pond poem from my magical cabin seeing the ice

 Today, the pond is stiff with ice and when I tossed a stone and saw it slide, not sink, I watched it sitting on the frozen surface and took a breath of the chilly air, surprised at how what rippled yesterday was now so still and new, changed by the weath...

Two Ducks

Ponderings--watching ducks from my cabin overlooking a lovely trout pond

Two ducks swim by my window, and I wonder do they love each other, or even know that love exists, and I wonder what it is that keeps their feathered lives so bound that every day they go from shore to shore together, so quiet and serene. And I see their t...

4:15 AM

Ponderings--daily poems from my cabin overlooking a lovely trout pond

It’s dark here on the pond. For some, it’s the middle of the night, but here in these quiet hours before the light of another day, I take my pen and find these words that come to me from who knows where and scratch out what matters to me now, though I don...

Nothing's New

a pond poem from my magical cabin reflecting on ancient times and love

Nothing that I think or feel is new, but now it’s mine to taste and savor, and as I breathe the warm, sweet air in this sunny room I think of ancient times-- times before history— when men, some young, some old looked up at the stars and moon with wonder...

Wonder

Ponderings--daily poems from my hexagon shaped cabin overlooking a lovely trout pond

Today, looking at this lovely pond, I wonder how we came to live here, together sharing the light of the ancient sun and at night, the moon and distant stars. And sitting here in these silent moments, before gathering wood for the chilly night, I look out...

Dawn

Daily poems from my hexagon shaped cabin overlooking a lovely trout pond

 Dawn and the pond is still and quiet. Last night I saw the sliver of the moon shining on the water. It was dark and I was looking down, not up as if the water was the sky. But now, as morning comes and the clouds float across the pond and the trees, turn...