What Really Matters


(elaine tweedy paintings)

Taking a drive

Want to cruise the landscape

Roadblocks always seem

To slam my path

At a most convenient time

For others.

Brings me to my first vista

We do like to focus on them

Rather than perhaps, ah, ahem

Looking deep into our own psyche


Not so fast

Let’s talk about them a little bit more

Just a tad

So much easier than before

I want to understand

Just why it is that they are them

Those, others, because, why

Do they always seem to drive away

Or wait just a second

Light turns green

Moving on is so much easier

When glancing ahead

Journeying towards that

Inner peace

Will it exist if I drop everything else behind

A trunkful of baggage that I carry

With me each and every day.

Onto the next vista

Has a sort of mellow energy

Cannot quite ascertain the purpose

Feels wonderful, sweet peaceful

What am I thinking you might ask?

Certainly many things but nothing resembles

Any notions of … splendor is sought!

The Waiting


While a fresh snow caresses

Every opportunity of land around me

I wonder in the quiet shelter

About the breeze that for me offers arousal

To my senses

Like a beating sun on a hot summer’s day

I recognize beauty in Nature’s




My world is far different than yesterday

When every motive drove my heart

Towards goals beyond my reach

Only to allow my soul

To regenerate its fury, pride

Could be felt

While the quiet skies drift slow overhead




The fear that strays inside a mind

When voices remind us of our ills

Still is the night

When all of our ambitions

Become simple memory

Doors that close

Are only journeys that suggest




Is where our intellects seek peace,

When the day’s traffic of completion

The avenues of accomplishment become

Cluttered with material angst

Lost souls

Always remembered but now forgotten

Beauty may stir in our heart




In the arctic blast of winter’s wrath

Her mind remembers home or some

Different time when life could breathe

Yet tonight she will stay warm

Layers of resilience

Will melt away the tears

That pool in the earth below her soul




May cry out to every walking soul

To bury the demons of wealth and avarice

Look to the hurting masses

The sacrifices of our society

Open our hearts

Tonight, tomorrow and through the budding

Of spring’s flower pretty to every eye



We will be recognized when we lay ourselves buried

By the words they use to describe our truly kind soul