Even happiness worries sometimes.
Personal Journal
Threads
Life is woven of love and death, aches and smiles, persistence and letting go.
Jettison
Middle age is a heap of abandoned ideals.
Speedway
The world is changing so fast I’ve got societal vertigo.
Prickly & proverbial
Experience is the thorn-lined road to success.
Olvidando
i am growing old —
many leaves of my memory
have yellow’d and fallen —
so that i am beginning to have
many secrets from myself —
Falling
Fear is imagination falling off a cliff.
Emptiness
when we lose someone we love
it’s not that our hearts are empty —
they are so full with that someone
suddenly everything else feels empty
Truly lost
All these years
I thought ‘barren’
meant of the womb —
but now my body
has threatened me
with menopause
and I realize it
means of the heart.
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
Finally a bath!
watching birds splash in
morning-after rain puddles
cleanses my spirit
After all
Life is a perpetual give and take with the universe.
Counting up
First four decades time’s a hero
Then stops suddenly all the fun
Forty arrives a stranger new
But life is like a grand old tree
Strong yet flexible at the core
Roots ever deepen to stay alive
At this age there’s no real fix
Just patches is all, ’til heaven
Although it still be not too late
So let the autumn soul shine
Breathe and let thy life go zen