This poem is an exercise in creating scenes with strong sensory information.
Breathe.
Fill your nostrils with the smokey scent of your neighbor’s barbecue.
Breathe.
Listen to the rustle of pine needles brushing against each-other in the breeze.
Breathe.
Soak in the starlight slowly spinning in the dark blue sky.
Breathe.
Fill yourself with the peace of knowing the Universe always provides.
This poem was written circa 1975. I’d forgotten all about it until my mother called me and told me she wanted to read to me a poem written by a 9-year old girl. When she was done, she asked me if I remembered it. I said it sounded familiar … maybe I’d read it on…
Here is another poem about D.B., written in 1983. Oh! How I love you, You little ball of fur. Your little booted feet, up to your little white chin. Your long, soft fur is a comfort when I’m sad. Your watchful eyes help me see clearly that you love me as much as I love…
This week’s haiku is a little dark. Not because I’m depressed — in fact, life has been pretty good lately and I’m happy — but because I wrote it while listening to Stella Pope Duarte talk about facing your fears and getting to know your inner universe. If you ever get a chance to hear…
This poem, published at poetry.com, was written in 1992 in response to someone I was gradually falling in love with. We had had a discussion about “love at first site” and this poem was the result. Love that comes quickly fades as fast Lasting love blooms slowly culminating in a rose before you knew there…
A fear bubbles forth A spider of self loathing Slam it with a book
Written in 1983. You see an apple. I see knowledge of a million years. You see a circle. I see life, death and rebirth. Why do two people see so differently? What makes one person see surface, while another sees depth? May this be a reason for war? Which insight is right? No one can…