uncovered
July 10, 2014 § Leave a comment
I find hope at the bottom of drawers
caught between pages
stuck together by time
written in a hurried hand
rushed ink that speaks
meaning from years ago
still waiting on wilted pages
for an ear to listen
calling from its home
to be lifted from those pages
the blithely biker
May 25, 2014 § 2 Comments
when he pedals past my house every Sunday,
with Bob Marley strumming
from his portable jerry-rigged boom-box,
I can’t decide who’s happier:
he, in all his melodic cycling glory,
or the birds, who cheerfully and loyally chirp along to his song.
Seeing
March 4, 2014 § 2 Comments
Greet each morning
with a joyful heart
and eyes that see
not the crumbling
structures, the imperfect
minds, the shadowed
corners of misgiving,
but that are brave enough
to look at such things
and instead capture
the light, the beauty
the elusive joy that dares
to appear, but only to the eyes
that have the courage
to see it.
Uncertainty
February 27, 2014 § 1 Comment
the magical thing
about uncertainty
is that it exists
in everything
and forever will
yet it keeps
raising questions
which cannot be answered
but simply embraced
as faith, as risk, as future joy
The Tranquility of Passion
February 21, 2014 § Leave a comment
the tranquility of inaction
will never surpass
the tranquility of passion
for to haphazardly
create your path
and exalt in wonder
and awe of life itself,
is a task of which
one will never tire
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