Reflection Stories
Thank you isnt enough!
You know who you are...Looking back over my life I have always been shy and felt very alone.Learning very early on, that not every person is kind or caring.However the day we started talking That slowly begun to change.We spoke to each other regularly about anything and everyth...
This Is Where I Write
Where do you write?Coach B is the Quiet Coach. It is a good place to think, to reflect and from which to draw inspiration. It is a silent movie and my mind writes the title cards. I always travel in Coach B, though it is always at the far end of the platform. For four and a...
Last spring I paddled up Joy Creek. The water was high and I couldn't get far.The cathedral arch of green branches whispered.The noon sun sparkled like stained glass. Last summer I paddled up Joy Creek.The water was lower and I pushed under more of the br...
Reflection
My musings.Cleaning a mirror I rub it hard Am I rubbing away the reflection I see? A mother, a wife, a caretaker, a cook Don’t see a woman I used to be. I see long weary nights under my eyes I see worry shining grey in my black hair I see silent frustration in the c...
From Morning Songs: Accidents
Are accidents gifts that bring us lessons--perhaps?Many great ideas are accidents--so are melodies and first lines of poemsand how about the dreamsyou bump into in the middle of the nightthat wake you with what you need to know.Sometimes, heading west, blinded by the glaring sun,you barely miss a head-on...
The Beach of Nothingness
A place of soulitude to reflect and relaxThe Beach of Nothingness To the beach of nothingness is where I go, When the pressures of life Seem to take its toll. I slip off the flip-flops of my mind, As I allow the cool sands of father time To ooze between my toes. I feel gentle, winds blow, Throug...
Knowing?
How well do we ever know someone?So, I don't know why, but I got to thinking today...(I know scary huh?) How well do we ever really know anyone? I know its not a new question by any means, and no doubt there have been many papers, books, letters, stories and so on written about this very...
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Melancholy Mood
More of a reflection than poem, a commentary on moodStrikes at the heart and oft times will not release mefor days I brood, my world a small focus inside my head At times no bigger than myself and the world just fades away. I lock myself away, not literally, just emotionally, Shut off all my receptors, ign...
Someone once asked me why I never write in the perspective of a woman. If the popular saying amongst writers is "write what you know," then that'll be your goddamn answer. I don't know. Am I just too lazy to do a little research? Probably. To me, no amoun...
Somehow Brought Up
Of perseverance against empty promises...Somehow brought up on the rules of the game Somehow brought up to the plate Somehow brought up to look straight in the eye Somehow brought up to lead off the base Somehow brought up to field ground balls Somehow brought up to think on the fly Somehow brou...
Almost finished
an ode to a dog I lovedI always remember you’re not here.Such a smiling countenance, so much orangenessso very gone I hear you in the silence of the passageway the silence of the house and the silence of the yard(I didn’t even know I was chatting,shuffling around in our island...
On a cloudy day like today, I think of loss Friendships Lovers Family members Opportunities Not what I wanted To happen In my life. Cloudy days Allow me to Reflect on my Life, and what Exciting new adventures Life has in store For me Down the road. I look...
The Girl in the Booth
I saw my reflection, through the windows and through a little girl.She was just another kid, really. Another eight-year-old that amounted to excess baggage being carted around by a parent. A dead weight, a liability, something not to be fussed over, but to be looked after to prevent further inconvenient consequences. I p...