Category Archives: Poetry

Between the bricks, the outer walls Do we lock ourselves in/out Afraid to fall? We hold the key, we control the lock The constants ticker is Eternity’s clock

What to see, high or low? Oh the places one can go Round and round, yet tethered to ground With just the sky on the other side.  

Running, always running. Not impossible, just a bit unlikely That Past, Present, and Future exist in one place Colliding, collaborating, cleaving within the human race.

Centered on a goal Left, Right, In between Maybe rest on the landing Below the destination Or deep breath before descent Noticing the foundation of it all.  

Bubble, bubble, joy and tumble Droplets dance and laughter rumbles In its playful drip-drop game Splashing a bit of fun in a hum drum day.

Do we take flight in the safety of night, Teasing our way towards distant light? And if we do, what sort of view Are we trying to hide from the few? Do we take rest on the cold hard ground, … Continue reading →

An Oasis An oasis in the city Viewable yet far Go deep into the center Barely hear a car. Large lake here Small pond there Games, picnics, gatherings Even Shakespeare in the air An oasis in the city Is that … Continue reading →

When Wells Run Dry The first time this trail was found Was because I got turned around. Too soon to go home, decided to roam, Keeping tired feet to the ground. Unprepared – what’s new? Elevation grew And at then … Continue reading →