I’m thankful to wake each morning in a safe sheltered place, far from the violence that haunts so many in this world. My abode keeps me dry and warm or cool regardless of the seasons, and provides a backdrop for me to pursue my activities. I’m thankful to have many people who love me in…… Continue reading Why I’m Thankful
Our Father
I just reread a poem I wrote awhile ago about my dad and hot tears ran from my eyes and down my cheeks. There were years at a younger age I didn’t think I’d miss my old man, but callow youth makes way after awhile to a more forgiving humanity as experience and humility take…… Continue reading Our Father
Are Women more Emotionally Driven?
A juicy question that deserves more than the subjective answer I’m going to give. Yet I think it is valuable to consider the subjective truth from an individual’s viewpoint. It is the only direct knowledge I have on the subject 🙂 I’ve always been a fairly logical person. In making decisions I’m not overly swayed…… Continue reading Are Women more Emotionally Driven?
Afterglow
Evening falls the match aflame and the whisper brings around the memories long, long past. Memories of childhood and a warm woman standing in what seemed like a huge kitchen. Today you know it would be tiny but not to your childhood memories. There expanses of formica stretched and cupboards where a tiny child could…… Continue reading Afterglow
Winter’s Forgotten Love
Among the many changes in my life has been the number of people I love who no longer know me. Sometimes I pass through a stage of fire, a stage of grief or a stage of anger. But if I loved them I eventually stand on the shore and let their memory go and try…… Continue reading Winter’s Forgotten Love
Reflections on four years full time
I’d like to starts with the hard stuff so I leave you with some more positive messages. As these years have gone by it has become more and more apparent how deep my losses have been. Not everyone’s go this deep and some go deeper. I’ve seen outright rejection, usually in a non-confrontational way. I’ve…… Continue reading Reflections on four years full time
Corners
Heavy is the hand that holds The cool hard marble stone In its surface there is shows Each path traveled, battle won In her mien no joy is there For all the victories Just a quiet grim affair Between her and memory Once the halls thronged with those Who called this place their home Now…… Continue reading Corners
Mourning Music
For as long as I can remember I’ve made music. It started with clarinet in grammar school, piano in high school, guitar in college and somewhere along the line my voice became good enough to listen to. Other than clarinet I was self taught, and therefore my musical education was spotty in places but it…… Continue reading Mourning Music
Scare
I spent much of the last week in a terribly depressed state, nearly suicidal at times. I was also puzzled as well as being in psychic pain as my depression had been in good control. Not to say I was always cheerful, but I was able to function well. Suddenly I wasn’t and I was…… Continue reading Scare
Empty
Quiet windows and closed doors Quiet stairways, empty floors Still the ghosts of past memories flow Empty cupboards remember when Darling child’s laughter’s spin Those days may never come ever again Cold outside the snowflakes fall Empty rooms and empty halls Lonely without heart and home so dear Still to find the new green grass…… Continue reading Empty
My Gifted Life 