Tag Archives: Poems

SLEEP is a word that looks funny to me at the moment for some reason

Insights abound

and perspectives are found

and still I find myself thinking around

       in circles and tangents in more than one bound

Awakened abruptly mid-sleep in my bed

and wondering where all the insights have fled

and why do I still get these feelings of dread

with unwelcome thoughts that pop into my head

Ah, well, it’s a cycle, it’s a pendulum swing

Last night I was laughing a lot in a dream

An optimistic upheaval; a paradigm shift?

A chance that I’m finally catching the drift?

Look at these thoughts that give me no clue

and the awful imaginings that have seldom rung true

See them clearly for the imposters they are

Seemingly logical, yet impossibly vague

Midnight meanderings are usually wrong

That’s a real thing that some scientist said

Not at your best when lying down half asleep

Counting back from a hundred with some rag-taggled sheep

Practice relinquishing future prediction

What a collection of unvarnished fiction!

This is a welcome and pure benediction

Say goodnight; give way to sleep’s jurisdiction

Resta Qui

Preparing for a plot to hatch

What would be the mood to match?

Who would find the point to catch?

Remember, to remember

 don’t get too far ahead

don’t catch up to the future

stay right here instead



Nothing Much

I am under the illusion

that it could be very good

while entertaining some confusion

as I almost always would

As I study on delusion

it begins to call me out

Do I over-rate my judgment

and my certainty

…and doubt?



Scar seems harsh at first look

but that’s not always so

Scars can map out our stories

and the whole ebb and flow

Even the wrinkles and the gravitational pull

tell a saga of living a life that is full

I look in the mirror and see who I am

Would I be any different if I lived it again?



An Exercise (Stopping to write words on a typical evening)

Whose words these are I think I know

His name has slipped my memory, though

He will not see me writing here

to watch this pen fill in this row


My puzzled mind must think it queer

to write without a plot-line near

between the twists and turns I take

the pages lead me through the year


I give my drowsy head  a shake

to ask if there is some mistake

The only other move’s the creep

of pencil poised in hands that quake



His words are lovely, dark and deep

but I seek joyful thoughts to keep

and words to write before I sleep

and words to write before I sleep



This Morning There is Sun Shining on Us

Sun in August

   in the Morning


   and warm


   and inviting

It calls me out

   to play

It calls me

   to remember

      the pull of exploration

      the draw of each new day

I am not a child

so what will I play?

I can walk awhile

and join up with today


Judy in Disguise

Blessings in disguise

That’s what you are

Kind of a surprise

but not at all bizarre

Blessings disguised


as problems

I think we need to know that it can happen


Once upon a time I heard a news reporter quote a politician who said, “We don’t want people riding the subway with their fingers crossed.  We want to assure them that it’s safe.”

……and I wondered, why not?   I seem to go through life with my fingers crossed.

With fingers crossed and an open heart

I make my way through the angles and curves

Though no one can ever assure me it’s safe

No matter what branch of government he serves

Some days and nights I consider the cost

and make shaky plans to get them uncrossed






The Price of Antenna TV

Came home and my pen

had nothing to say to me

I criticize myself

for watching too much TV

The commercials can bring me down

About broken hips and knees

The nation is growing old

and living in misery;

at least they’d have us believe

by images tossed around

Just buy our scooter or brace

and all that is lost is found

and medicare always pays

for every thing that you see

Contact us right away

and then you will all be free

Reverse your mortgage

Reverse your pain

Reverse your age

So much to gain

Guaranteed to work or you’ll get your money back

Just turn it off 

and watch the screen fade to black


And What About Water?

IMG_1597Don’t drink water before you eat a meal

Don’t drink it during either, that’s part of the deal

Don’t drink water after, it will impair digestion

Just when you get to drink it seems to beg the question

of when you drink those eight glasses that somebody said we must

It’s starting to be difficult to learn just who to trust

How ’bout when you’re thirsty, grab some H20

Our body’s built to tell us what we need to know

If that weren’t true, our species would be dead

because they didn’t have the internet to tell them what was said