When you're struggling Like a clothesline in the wind With the weight of all you have Hanging on the line When you're running Like a freight-train-Friday night When what's behind you keeps on coming Up from behind When you're low down You're feeling lower than the floor now When all that's weighing on your heart… Continue reading Hold On
It's been daybreak in my soul ever since you appeared.
The question I’ve been pondering is - What do we mean when we say “I love you” When those words more than won’t do – Why don’t we say what we really mean, then?
It takes a steadfast heart To linger when Its sole receiver Hasn't an idea That a sweet and Gentle waiting soul Has a heart of love To share with him It takes a steadfast faith To stay the course When its intend's heart Cries, aches, and bends And covers itself in 'pasts' And 'what-went-wrongs' While… Continue reading Steadfast Heart
Sunlight barged in through half-opened blinds, without knocking. Nosey sun. I deep-blinked; then again. What was its business here so early - without bringing coffee, no less? People stirred in the house, the ice maker clanked and hummed. I began recalling the dream I was just awakened from. I vaguely remember darkness, a dying fire,… Continue reading Writing, Half-asleep
I think I know how David felt Holding an ordinary stone A poet's soul A warrior's stance As an army mocked his boast They stood and laughed But didn't know He'd faced lions, not alone But with the strength, with the help Of one mightier than those Face your giant, not with armor That the… Continue reading Stand Your Ground
Some things in life go perfectly Some people find the perfect fit the first time I just seldom happen to be among the “some” Like new jeans… I hate those things First, you inch into one of the legs, and Do a kind of hop-step-jump into the other And shimmy and stretch them up and… Continue reading Pocket Full of Shoestrings
The truth escaped my mouth with finality. I repeated it to myself. Wow. Then he looked at me, right into my heart, and he slowly and deliberately spoke these words:
Sometimes I dream, if only on the page, of a Prairie running as far as the eye can see and a Stream - babbling and bouncing over rocks and roots and A sky made just for me Sometimes I flee a rain cloud overhead, all the while Wishing it would softly rain on me; That… Continue reading Writing Me . . .