Some times it would be so good to let go
Then you remember someone or something left unattended or undone

Routine once again tightens your manacle
the usual sounds call you back to the now

Open or close the windows
turn on or off the lights

laundry done, dogs fed
freshen up the bathroom

Just outside the window, a miracle
ten marble size guail flowing behind dad

Mama comes up from the back
and the bird feeder gets busy

plenty of time later to let go

The wind has a fierce voice
howling like the wolf

the breese calls on rusty hinges
to a lover, a gust that is gone again

slapping down no with with loose sheet metal
and still she calls

oil the hinge
lock down the metal

the loon calls as do the gulls
the moon shines on it all

and love goes on

I love the way you touch me
and fear when you draw away

Hands of leather, hands of velvet

touch of your voice sting of your lips
each and every crying

I must ask why?

Young of mind , old of body
Standing like a rebuttment

Ever forward do I walk, with heavy footsteps

Time in a lawn chair
moments of shade and sun

bedeviled by imagination
thankful for the gift

Quiet time of memories
people and prayers slipping in and out

today tugging as it passes
tomorrow waiting
yesterday, good riddance

I see you and your mother
swaying as you walk the sidewalk

gossip and giggles
pass you unseen
just a memory

Sometimes
sometimes is not enough
sometimes is too much
and sometimes

It is just perfect

Perfection is on hold
too much is there
not enough is available
but sometimes

the grand kids come and kick the dust off

Grandchildren have a mother
mother has a father

father has a daughter
daughter has children

grandpops has a smile

Christmas is coming
so is the daughter

along with their daddy
come the two dust kickers

Merry Christmas.....OH MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

for fishnet, a gift.

there's a wind that blows beneath
there are waters that never sleep
there's a piece of God that you keep
there's a dream in sub/conscience space
there's a place where a wild goose flies
there's a light she can't conceal
i feel it now, she's a poet's song in the wind
i need a friend
i need a friend
there's a bend in the road ahead
my tears are shed
my tears are shed
there's a bread i long to eat
but the streets are dark, the streets are dark
there's a lark that needs to sing
bring me wine
bring me wine
i'm feelin' fine
i'm fellin' fine
i'm a swimming fish beneath a sky
it's drainin' blue
it's drainin' blue
it's all over you
there's a rain i want to feel
and my heels are loose
my heels ain't no more
there's white waters a rollin' ashore
i want some more
i want some more
there's a door i'm looking for
oh hear that ocean roar,
o hear that ocean roar.

It might be that time
or just the cold

loose rolling hip of a walk
gone with the weather?

Elasticity of youth
recognized the moment of vanish

Had to laugh
had my turn

flexibility is not everything
the wheel still turns and the hamster is not dead

Imagination is still running amok
projects are stacking up

summer is coming

hold/up your chin
look/up on high
for
the sky and sun
declare God's Glory!

Sometimes it gets to be too much
deliberately foaming at the mouth

ignorance and hate
hand in hand

where are the words of kindness
where is the generous heart

believe what you believe
cursing my belief is your undoing

No temperance, no thought, just violence
Anger is my proof

God save you