I don’t usually post on Thursdays, but I thought I’d re-share something I posted ten years ago when I first started blogging. It was purposely meant for this Thursday every year. It’s not about religion, but about someone special to me.
Tag: poem
Nature is Being
Tre and I observe nature
from our back patio
His eyes veer upward
To the bare branches of a tree
Sometimes I Forget
Sometimes I forget
That I’m not the one
Others speak of
When they talk about “those kids.”
Pray As If
Staged Performance
Are you seeing it yet?
What is the real threat?
Are you paying attention,
to what’s causing the tension?
A Year Ago Today
IF
Zeus and the Moon
Times Are Weird
These times are weird
Germs are everywhere to be feared
Division by media is engineered
Old friendships are broken and smeared
Raw
Five Stages. Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. Acceptance.
Never Met You
Friday Festivus
Friday Festivus
Friday Festivus
Sweet Land of Liberty
Brinkley or Bust
Graceful describes her entrance
Radiance surrounds her skin.
All heads turn toward her in awe
when she speaks.
Even strangers inquire,
how to attain the serenity she exudes.
Nary a word spoken,
yet her wisdom is apparent.
Having turned hardship into opportunity,
her experience is enlightenment.
No signs of pompous external flash.
Not dependent on youth for worth.
The old woman manifests,
true beauty.
I wrote the above prose some time ago. What do you think it’s about? Could it be about Christie Brinkley’s photo-shoot for the swimsuit edition of Sports Illustrated from several weeks ago?
Autumn’s Story
Autumn’s Story
Imagining You
Even after all of these years
once
in
a
great
while
I think of you
and wonder if
I’m in the wrong
alternative universe
without you
I imagine how you look
Continue reading “Imagining You”
Lovely Day
The breeze caresses my skin like cool mint.
My hair gently flows in its wake.
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