Sunday, May 31, 2026

Recovery

 The key to my recovery

is on the path of life

heavy, sometimes

unlocks an invisible door

am I willing?

no knowledge helps me

unless I am active

in my intent

love is on the way,

heavy, sometimes

a barrier to contentment

Nature lifts me higher

over the grass and trees

Sometimes I stumble

over bricks streaked brown and red

fired in the world below

A place I never want to go to

there is no destination

travelling is the point

others around me

fellowship of the spirit

eternal now...


Friday, December 26, 2025

Feng Shui

 Fire, Air, Earth, Metal & Water

elements so strong

part of the world’s order

do they contest with one another?

or guide us closely

like a true lover?

a Chinese philosophy

so old, but helps us see

our house, our garden

a view over the sea

a purge of clutter by the door

will help us live

and not just survive

little things around our space

makes me feel at home

it is really my place!


Bear with me, I'm lost!

 How can I remember what I’m doing,

when life conspires to throw me – adrift?

Stress and worry

blank out my mind

unless and until

I can truly unwind...

caught up like a gladiator

fighting a lion

I forget the way out

unseen but so near

it’s only a game

but I still feel the fear

the button eludes me

till finally I know

it’s not really me that’s running the Show!


Tuesday, June 3, 2025

When Shakespeare had insomnia (a two line poem).

 Oh what a tangled bed we weave

when we venture for reprieve...

Saturday, May 10, 2025

Identity

 afloat today

water all around

stars guide me

the dark night of the soul

is left behind...


am I a happy person

now

opportunities arise


like a hippopotamus

coming out of the river


will the African queen

reappear in my life

my daughter

born of much pain


while I grow older

and youth appears


the cycle begins again...

Friday, April 25, 2025

Hospital night


 

Exploration

 Waking in the morning

can I have the day go my way?

or is there a sense of wonder...

finding through not knowing

will I lose myself...

and gain something new along the way

the past weighs heavy on me

it will always be there

whether I like it or lack acceptance

to forge ahead

I can pretend to be confident

if I’m not

There are waypoints as I travel,

friends

some close, others further away

their lamps shine

as I discover the future that is mine...


 
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