age has the last laugh

funny thing is
the older I get
the less important
the future is

the past at last
is where it is
memories go by
way too fast

the whirlpool
surrounds me
where am I
content to be

majestically
the omnipotent
present
fends

in truth
we are all
alone
in the jungle

slithering
sputtering
scraping
searching

sweet love
keeps us
for the one
who waits

age
has
the last
laugh

katydid

maybe she should
maybe she shouldn't
maybe she could
maybe she couldn't
maybe she would
maybe she wouldn't
her dilemma
as she hid
under her lid
katydid

mamas threads of light

Seeking shelter and a place to rest a poem unable to be written weaves in and out my thoughts. I keep thinking you better get it in print or it will find the wind and find no home with you. The sad thing is no one else in the world has it and if you don't sprinkle it on the page it will become dust on the dirt road of time. The shiny poem pleads with you to take care of it. Shed all that tries to keep you away from it. Do it!



shimmering shiny silver silken threads

driven by the wind

webs hanging on the lifeless fence

randomly swaying to and fro

because they

like mama found no easy place

loose ends

fragile

reaching wildly frantically

finding eyes that couldn't let go

fascinating rhythm of the earth

unnoticed until

she walked through them

webs on her face and arms

she let me imagine

what the sunlight could bring

as it came through the woods

she found time to see them

time to embrace

what she wanted to be woven

through the cloth of our lives

mamas threads of light

Seeking shelter and a place to rest a poem is unable to be written weaves in and out of my thoughts. I keep thinking you better get it in print or it will find the wind and no home with you. The sad thing is no one else in the world has it and if you don't sprinkle it on the page it will become dust on the dirt road of time. The shiny poem pleads with you to take care of it  Shed all that tries to keep you away from it. Do it! mamas threads of light shimmering shiny silver silken threads driven by the wind webs hanging onto the lifeless fence randomly swaying to and fro because they like mama found no easy place loose ends fragile reaching wildly frantically finding eyes that couldn't let go fascinating rhytum of the earth unnoticed until she walked through them webs on her face and arms she let me imagine what the sunlight could bring as it came through the woods she found time to see them time to embrace what she wanted to be woven through the cloth of our lives