A maltreated body will cry out in symptoms.
Fragmental
all my poems are starts
they begin but never end
yet do they abandon me
or do i abandon them?
Morning routine
Breathe, thank, pray, rise,
Marrow
Poetry is the dancing skeleton of
Stress management
Reducing stress is all about priorities, attitude, discipline, and willingness
Pain is a story
Adversity enhances this tale we call life.
Don’t just sit there
If life is good, don’t just sit there — dance!
If life’s not so good — dance even more.
Pinot noir
Wine, she serenades me
with her first fragrant glass
purring plush purple poetry
Tra la la la la, tra lee!
She dances in vinous metre
in a second fermented flute
trilling tipsy-turvy tunes
Tra la la la la, tra leee!
Sip slosh, now she mumbles
bottle buzzing on pour three
a faint intoxicated harmony
Tra la la la la, tra leeee!
Ruminate
Regrets —
those ghosts
of action
that haunt
our thoughts
Giving
Mothers are the vital warmth of sun — and they are the comforting coolness of shade.
Ever finding
Always remember lost, so that you don’t take for granted found.
Ruffled
Frustration is anger caged in impatience.
Breathing & stuff
Clutter smothers. Simplicity breathes.