What Crosses My Mind

  • Aging Abandon

    I’ve watched their bodies change while I try to recall just when I began to notice. I often wonder if while my own world begins a natural decay, if that resilient nature in understanding why continues to grow, or when does it wane. How purposeful is our inherent decline, and when do we know it…

  • I’m Told

    I’m told we all have a purpose in our lives, those are the words, when I try to figure out just which way, I might … always in the eventual outcome, I discover something rightful enough satisfies my curiosity, or at least, allows me to breathe a little more, than a few minutes ago, when…

  • About People

    I wonder sometimes, probably far too much, about people and their reactions to me. Well there’s a starting point to hell, imagining I can figure out just why someone chooses to scrutinize me. There is evidence to suggest without ceremony. the majority, that is us in one line together, we do stand to wonder about…

  • When Sleep Slides By

    The mind, when restful seems to want nothing more than a simple gesture of reality. Yet when faced, like looking in their eyes, his eyes, my I’s when that moment occurs, there seems little chance in knowing how to apprehend the moment of sleep. ~ I stood against the pushing winds of time, wondered how…

  • Three Ravens

    In the morning while I wandered, three ravens took flight while leaving me quite startled I wondered of their presence, so soon their haven suddenly disrupted, though I chortled. How odd to see such masked creature on a day that does tease nature. ~ While I thought quite little of their departure I did chuckle…

  • Winding Will Weave

    We can dance, we might stumble, yet there lives a cadence in wait, ready, willing, like a slow beating drum, a pleasant sort of rhythm, gradual in balance, suggestive of another way. ~ While alone we measure the winds, their sleek posture call upon our twilight in soft melody, perhaps some might say too soon,…

  • I Did

    In that moment, when truth began to tease the reality of fantasy, did the world continue with lovely effort – the sort of delight that gives breeze to sated doldrum. ~ Simple to see, we might suggest one wintry evening, we knew why the cold snap, icy chills upon naked cheeks, did indicate a living…

  • Reeling in Midnight’s Anxiety

    Glance toward the sky the mood, the more I think about the lunacy; the absurd notions sweep across mind’s eye ~ Guide me through the havoc, let me at least find a way to calm an edgy hallowing urgency, cross paths with my ego, find the setting sun to be surreal. ~ Grant me one…

  • When People Do Depart

    Years ago, with a stamp and a leap of faith, I would begin my wait, until one sunny afternoon, I would see the delivery, always hoping you might be there, to say hello, ~ So often as the gravel chimed my feet, I would hear your voice again, through the words on paper, a parchment…

  • Blues Journeyman

    He would like to believe that he could, give me the right idea he said, let me sing a little melody, let me believe I would. Just trying to find my groove, I speak to this, and listen to that, I trust my instincts, and we all, we all know about that. ~ I was…