of darkness

February 9, 2017

They say we do not fear the dark but what is in it

I have always known what remained beyond my sight

It is the dark that terrified me for out of it are some of our imaginings formed that brought to light are nothing more than shadow.

Perhaps light fuels our fears less than darkness

Perhaps we fear to fear anything that we ourselves create

There is wisdom in what we love and fear is the other side

storm

January 8, 2017

A storm awaits us when we enter the wild, willful place we call the world

it is callous, cruel and unutterably cold

but like nature we find our way to places we call home

places of mother, father and warmth

places that belong with us

humanity

as we are older the person we want to be finds home

or we live alone

for home is people, not brick and mortar

not work

and best labor is because we love somebody

hearth

December 19, 2016

I want you to believe in love

I want you to believe

want you to practice your beliefs

make them your own

your not my child but you are a child

no matter your age

you can grow

no time of year is bleak

not the middle of winter

nor the midst of black despair

do not revel in anything all year round

joy, grief, pain, bliss, loss

all belong

do not give into old age on nature’s terms

if its not in your heart to do so

gather your family in from the cold

and stay by the hearth if its warmth you seek

The sway of words

November 18, 2016

I weep in the sway of words I love so much

Your names are mystery, poetry, grace and somewhere to belong when all others fade away upon the shores of memories you remain imprinted upon the enigma that my soul longs to fulfill

You help us to evolve and have taught us to carry on, that we are not hunters striving to escape the depth of primal nature, that there is nothing to avoid only master within us all

I weep for Mother Nature and children starving for the hearths of old, though fed and fond of words and food and pleasure will never know adventure as the days grow cold,

we are wiser now and play the fool today,

tomorrow as yesteryear story’s may again grow bold.

All the troubles of the world

October 26, 2016

All of these thoughts turning around and around in the serenity of my mind.

I am too much at peace and yet when I enter the Frey I burden myself with all the troubles of the world.

poetry and profile, love and laughter mingled with time are a glimpse of what I view when I force myself to see beyond the present and common preoccupation.

am I brave to explore the breath and depth that I can be?

Or is it my nature to be contrary to what others expect of me?

I love asking questions of the future, for who may know what answers our imaginings or designs may bring.

critic

July 1, 2016

awaking refreshed from my nap I find myself in the mood to set things right

what do you want to hear?

what do you want to know?

I have a few followers you know

I’m inconsistent

if this were a job they would fire me

unless I was the boss I am sure

but I get to be my own secretary, editor, proofreader

one of my own critics

its not like I need to turn out a new blog post every minute

I’ve done this before

being my own boss isn’t all about the money.

 

 

 

 

 

ear

June 23, 2016

I always have things to wright

there are always things to inspire

my brilliant mind is often thinking

I have learned to find serenity

I love to wright when I have something to say

when I have my own ear

recipe

June 23, 2016

I love to wright at times

I have a longstanding ambition to create new ways of it

our thoughts manifest uniquely as our own

our own flavor on an old recipe

memory

June 23, 2016

boxes of memory

in our attics and on the mantel

in urnes

freedom doesn’t come free and oh how the ignorant like to scorn

we don’t hate mankind as we get old

just hate parts of life I suppose

boxes of memory

gathered in urnes as we become old

My cat

June 23, 2016

My cat sits there staring at me

knowing no boundary he has always done as he pleases

going through a daily routine our paths may never cross

and he loves me with all his heart

we love our fur babies, our cats

we think they can think and treat them so

they teach us unconditional love even when we scold

they obey their nature, we could learn to pretend less