Aging is millions of moments
stacked upon tumbling years
Memorial
Grieving makes us stronger
it gives us a spirit of grace
and the grace of spirit —
Our hearts feel weaker
but living past loss is
the ultimate courage —
We honor our loved ones
by living on despite,
and all the more because.
How to shine
it’s not that the people
with nice shiny attitudes
haven’t been banged up —
but they buff out their
dings and scratches with
gratitude and positivity
perspective and grace
resilience and courage
with purpose and faith
Glows & blossoms
The glow of the moon is poetry
The blossoming of flowers is poetry
The blossoming of woman is poetry
The glow of woman is poetry —
and even more so, because
the light comes from within.
Killing nature
the wilderness died
of a broken heart —
from bad decisions and
evil battles of grown men
blackout poetry created from Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005
From the ashes
everything would
be all right —
from the ashes
hope was aflame
blackout poetry created from Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005
Drifter
Moments drift like smoke
disappearing while you sleep —
tick, tick, tick
tick, tick, tick
blackout poetry created from Maud Casey, The Man Who Walked Away, 2014
It’s all here
Time — the abundance of now.
blackout poetry created from Cliff McNish, The Scent of Magic, 2001
Water cycle
to cry is beautiful —
the beauty of one’s pain
leaving the heart
blackout poetry created from Maud Casey, The Man Who Walked Away, 2014
Saving y’all some time
After reading countless health books over the past couple of decades, I can tell you it pretty much all boils down to this: Eat plenty of veggies, work, play, rest, and don’t worry.
O! Nature
Nature —
exquisite beauty and elegance
antique yet fresh
blackout poetry created from “Pericles,” Plutarch’s Lives, Dryden’s 1859 Clough translation
Grief bores holes
Grief bores holes
in our hearts & heads
like a woodpecker
— peck peck peck
— knock knock knock
You can’t make it stop
Eventually it flies away
— but leaves pits
that never fully heal
Spring’s sure well-done over, at 100°
Poetic words flow much better in pleasant climes—
Springtime and autumn, more friendly for rhymes
Winter’s good too, we self-reflect well in cold times
But blazing summer melts words & numbs minds!