Say It Softly
So I may Hear
Words that matter
That you may not
Want to share
Poems of a sort
A Jar of Good Fortunes
I carry a jar with me
So that I may
When the occasion arises
Collect my good fortune
To save for another day
When I can reach in
I will hope
For more good fortune
Or at least
Hold on to the memory of it
Winter Moment
We who live in the north
Know winter can be harsh
With that cold wind
A sun that never reaches
High in the sky
Yet it has its’ moments
In the quietness of a new snows’ fall
Or as the sun returns to a new day
To shine on the beauty of winter
If only for a short time
Morning Sky
As the light of a morning sky rises
The song of birds greet a new day
My mind wants to capture
Those morning colors
Over the last shadows of night
So I may hold on to it
As the day moves forward
A Fine Line
A fine line is drawn
With a sharpen point
Light to the touch
Yet can still be seen
For dimension of lines
Occupy space
A fine line to cut
With the thickness of a blade
How close the cut
To the right side of the line
That is the goal of the craft
H2O -WPC
Tiny water droplets suspended in the clouds
As they move on the currents of air
Until the burden of its’ weight
Releases and water drops fall to the earth
To be absorbed
To flow and make it way to the sea
To move on the current of oceans
To evaporate back to the clouds
Continuing cycles
With the ebb and flow of life
To Sit And Wonder
We move at a pace
That approaches
The speed of sound and light
To live in a world
That becomes
More and more unfamiliar
Sometimes you just have
To sit and wonder
Where are we headed?
Mirror – WPC
Sometimes we trick ourselves
With the illusion of depth
When the reality is
It’s just the reflection in a mirror
Frame – WPC
The world stands outside
Separated
By the walls we create
Inside we get glimpses of it
Framed through the openings
That we provide
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