Love Is Lost Across the chasm of misunderstandings Buried under the rubble of events One believes love is lost. Is it faith or fear that prevents me from looking there? Or should I question the air? Is there better for me? Or often a whatever and what's next? A struggle with blame Fighting, ignoring, not wanting to … Continue reading The Madrid Pub Storytellers Club – Love Is Lost
Love Is Found In that brief moment before you wake When you imagine your love in your arms. In your first morning coffee When you sense her gentle hand in yours. At the moment you look in the mirror When you picture her admiring eyes on you. In your thoughts throughout the day When you … Continue reading The Madrid Pub Storytellers Club – Love Is Found
WARNING: SENSITIVE THEME AND CONCEPTS. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. Notes: I'm starting this post with my notes, instead of finishing with them, because of the tone and nature of this particular poem. This is the darkest poem I've written to date. The odd thing is that I have no memory of what I was feeling, nor why I was … Continue reading Midweek Poems – Reaching Perfection
Strange Welcoming There’s yellow danger tape across the Church’s front door There are many small signs spread throughout the grounds telling to not walk there There’s a big No Parking sign warning fines if ignored There’s a Wet Paint sign on the bench outside the front door There are words carved and weatherworn into the … Continue reading Midweek Poems – Strange Welcoming
Canadian Waiting Waiting for the rain to stop Waiting for Tim’s Double-Double to get cold Waiting for Sherry Ulrich to finish her playlist on the CBC, while she rhapsodizes the great merits of Dave Gunning, and he is great! Waiting for my little family to finish volunteering at the bird rescue center Waiting to understand … Continue reading Midweek Poems – Canadian Waiting
Hierophants Ancient fur-rimmed hat sits smoking Extra longs Fumbling with her brand-evident keychain Arthritic hands, shaking Sipping medium steam coffee Tossing her ashes to the floor Looking up at the Observer Snarling her anger at the intrusion Defiant eyes return to the Sunday tabloid Sighing in smoke and wetting her red lips At the juicy … Continue reading Midweek Poems – Hierophants
Reiterating my fears in my own voice is a habit of comfort. I tell them to myself to avoid giving effort to any challenge. These are my excuses and protections against failure. If I don’t try, I can’t fail. This feels like an undigested lump in my stomach. I feel the anxiety rising up between … Continue reading Why I share my fears with myself as if they are truth.
Satisfaction. Like eating a delicious meal and feeling that it will digest completely and without gas or gurgles. I want to taste everything and experience everything… challenge myself to grow emotionally & experientially. I love being able to say I tried it. A life without regret for me would be a life without having to … Continue reading Midweek Poems – What is the opposite of a life of regret?
My head is unsure this is where I am. And my gut’s discomforted at not wanting to lose. Perhaps the moment feels like I love to Lose. I tend to give in to other’s opinions, want to avoid all confrontations, listen to my self-defeating voice to justify not speaking up… to avoid the possibility of … Continue reading Midweek Poems – Contemplating why I hate to Lose and why I feel I’m in this category
I accept my patterns of envy have limited my growth in the past And that I have nothing to fear, Nor any logical reason to compare my current self to that of others. I didn’t have their journey; I don’t share their experience. I have my experience and my reality is my own. They may … Continue reading Midweek Poems – Defining a Grateful Successographer