the tiny birdie verdin
wears his heart on his sleeve
and sunshine on his head —
a hyper handsome hopper
with acrobatic feats —
calling chip chip chip
and singing dulcet tsweets
They’ll be back
you can shout it to every star
bare your soul up to the moon
cast your problems nightly afar —
but they always flood back by noon
Iridescent
the years sprint, sail, drift, fly —
days melt into sleep
decades we no longer know
by taste or smell, yes
but hard fast memories tend not to keep —
youth lives on — yet, is long gone
birds chirp each spring anew
but our hearts sing the same shades
of childhood colors we once knew
Life is dirty
You can’t get overwhelmed by the thought of all the weeds if there are flowers in your soul.
Sound of winter leaves at night
Age is a foreign land I can’t get used to. I want to go back home.
Leaves!
when the leaves fly
float, feather, flutter
off the autumn trees
i am in love with life
Ask yourself
Occasionally ask, “What is the connection between what I want most in life and anything I plan to do today?”
—Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
Feel it, live it
If you feel beautiful, then you are. Even if you don’t, you still are.
Of letting be
It’s not all about healing yourself — it’s just as importantly about letting yourself heal.
Stages of Papago Orange Blossom
segmented,
fermented,
demented.
entry in my beer tasting journal for Huss Brewing Co.’s Papago Orange Blossom, a delicious Arizona vanilla mandarin wheat ale
P & L
with each passing year
spirit becomes more asset
body, liability
Endless knowledge
the miracle of a library card
to study, oh, you know,
fill in the blank — anything
blackout poetry created from Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, 1996
Alternate ending
“Hester unadulterated. The end.”
altered prose – found poetry, created from