What Crosses My Mind

  • Constant Simplicity

    Rather than exhausting energy quiet the mind at sunrise, a day of relaxation to gather in the threads ~ Of a puzzle of fabric holding trees together, only meant for a tired body to swing, to lounge, to nap ~ Under a streaming light’s presence, without a worry on our mind, except to look at life…

  • These Keys

    In the woods, the wilderness evokes a sound of rustling, twigs snapping, a breeze through leaves that whisper a reality we cannot pretend away. Instead we listen, we joy in the simple nature of the forest in its pristine state, always waiting, forever growing, letting our lives appreciate its pure self. This is a key…

  • The Colors of the Rainbow

    *** I remember when as a child l would look a misty morning, to see the rainbow arching over the city, the pot of gold awaiting all of our dreams, hoping all of our wishes being brought to life in that moment, Nature’s spectrum vast and bold. ~ I know we all have dreams we…

  • Anxiety Rushes

    Waterfalls, rolling boulders, cascades of sand and dirt, imagination trying to tie ideas together, the collapse of a building at the hands of man, such is decisive harmony. Well then speak to the ills of human kind, those results of interaction, quiet moments of reality in a crowd. Tell me about your gatherings, which might…

  • Strange Motivation

    When finally we realize the word how to suggest someone somewhere decide what value belongs inherent absurd, or are we all along for the same ride. ~ Did we discuss just where to draw the line instead an arduous reality might call upon confusion that’s mine tossed around windswept as a cloudless night. ~ The wonder of human nature’s…

  • Continue to Speak Love (2015)

    We have a significant passage of time, symbolic notions of change in the air. We want to forget what we dismiss, dislike, disregard, disillusionment remains though. We wish to wake in the morning and forget the ill-mannered demons of the past. Perhaps we may, if only we dialogue along the way, We must remember opportunity.…

  • The Gathering Mist – A Sonnet a Day

    Shrouds veil our rise within the morning’s mist, like pure raindrops suspended in cool air we are reminded certain moments missed will walk our day, must we believe it fair? The mind, a wandering vessel of hope battles sea worthy giants of despair with each walk, we tangle a fierce strung rope that clings to every fiber; hanging…

  • On Human Nature

    Oh to be the seer of my proclamations to understand to realize to show compassion before the ultimatum. Oh to recognize my human fallacy that which determines so many outcomes that later in reflection become human nature’s mistake. Oh to be hopeful and alive and respond to each other’s passion with desire and fruition rather…

  • A Ferguson Retrospect

    http://www.wausaudailyherald.com/story/opinion/2014/08/29/wausau-ferguson-column/14814491/

  • Outside Mirrors

    When that moment cannot be seen unable to define why a surreal feeling exists what cannot be imagined cannot be discussed only somehow want to crawl deep inside yet, the shelter of fear simply won’t allow anyone to realize the pain that exists inside. ~ My own quiet space she said to me soft autumn…