What Crosses My Mind

  • Do We Lose?

    When we let go, we leave behind a part of ourselves yet I do have to wonder if we ever really lose we certainly sometimes cannot return to the shelves of who we were, yet perhaps we do sing the blues ~ In that frame of mind, a good song can bring me a tear…

  • Wise Repartee

    We like to be right, you and me, yes you, not me, only us, we all seem to never want to agree, instead, we’d like to be right all the time. or do we just want to be ok. A couple of years ago, I fought the urge to be wrong, didn’t wish to ever…

  • My Moon is Wonder

    I noticed as the sky erupted with sole beauty mystique always at hand, nearby holding court wide in stride we recognize our humanity aims high, always illuminations to report. ~ I do recall as a child in my quiet obstinacy often a long stare, in wonder of a still glance until one day a friend…

  • Anxiety’s Breeze

    Feel it, when a wave spooks a present state of mind, unexpected, often uninvited, yet enough resilience to freeze a moment. We walk like this when we wish to show a safer side, a confident bit of posturing. We smile when the need does arise; it surely does speak to our manner. We question everything…

  • Old Tapes

    We are reminded often we are fallible we are told a frequent reckoning, by the scant of an eye, the misread unspoken truth a quiet mood all display the heritage of our new understanding. Yet that scrutiny part of our lives, the moment we become real, those indecisive perils, the frightened impulsivity followed by a…

  • Coming Soon

    Feel the waves, splashing along sea walls, inside network sparkles in their distance, waiting for a chance to perhaps connect, and in that flash of time, a spacial clock, in that moment of early bliss, release, it is then we are ecstatic in our lot. yet, let the waves skip over the levee drown the…

  • Regret’s Mask

    That space we seldom see, unless already known, the mask regrets nothing while internal turmoil creeps about waiting, about wanting, about hoping to lash out, when the time is right. When our mecca, single-most desire, passion steps toward a ledge, we cower again, we scramble to grasp a mask, a shelter to protect our, his,…

  • When Listening is Hearing

    There are times when I just don’t listen, she speaks, while I remain in the room, certainly one could see I am not present. ~ There are years that I try to recall, her voice, suggesting I am close, able to understand without hearing. ~ There are voices that I do recognize, her words, always…

  • Defining Depression

    She walked in the room after a trying day, he wanted to listen to what she might say. ~ She couldn’t speak beyond looking his way, he thought, alright, it will be this sort of day ~ She wants to feel as if everything will be okay, he knows deep inside her heart breathes dismay ~…

  • When Walking

    We choose a step, a cadence, a pattern we may distinguish as our own, yet we always have knowledge, of our predecessor, our previous walk. When someone is borne of ambition their ideals, point of reference seems rather fascinating to the observer, so magical is idyllic inspiration. ~ We have options we often share with…