Will the writing well run
completely dry?
No, there’s always more.
You stare at the blank page and sigh.
Will the writing well run completely dry?
Thoughts will piece together by and by.
You may have to go deep to get what’s in store.
Will the writing well run completely dry?
No, there’s always more.
Flora and fauna
harmonize
Singing the nature of God
Declaring the divine and wise
Flora and fauna harmonize
From bull elk to butterflies
The trees of the fields applaud
Flora and fauna harmonize
Singing the nature of God
Spring
days of kites and giggling kids
Chasing butterflies and katydids
Spring days of kites and giggling kids
Parents watching for tumbles and skids
Kissing better the knees that are
skinned
Spring days of kites and giggling kids
Dandelions, bubbles, and wind
What Am I Doing?
The most often
asked question of the day.
As my mind flits
from one thing to another,
I find myself in
front of the refrigerator asking,
What am I doing?
Or I open up my
computer to check email,
click on Facebook and start scrolling
And then it
dawns on me, I didn’t mean to do this.
What am I doing?
Or, with
determination, I go back to my bedroom.
I stand there
looking at the pictures on the wall,
The closet, the
dresser, at myself in the mirror,
What am I doing?
What to Do
What to do
When feeling sad
and blue,
Find someone
bluer, brighten their day.
It feels good to
help someone else along the way.
Reaffirm and
encourage them in what you say.
Your sense of well-being will renew.
Make sadness a
cue to
What to do.
What Should I
Write?
Hunting
inspiration and insight
Chasing darkness,
seeking light
Now, what should
I write?
Something bright
What?
Ideas are
putting up a fight
Giving up on
this, I might
Now, what should
I write?
Something bright
Rut
A bad fishing
day, nothing will bite
Naughty muse is
taking flight
Now, what should
I write?
Something bright
Cut
Helping Out
Was heeding
advice, and tried to play nice,
But, alas, things do not always work out.
Thought it a winner, to help cook dinner.
I have had better ideas, no doubt.
The first thing I did, antique with a lid,
I dropped and sadly smashed it to pieces.
She tried to be kind, like she didn’t mind.
I’m not one of her favorite nieces.
But that wasn’t all, that happened to fall,
The thick turkey gravy fell with a splat.
“No worries, my dear,” she said with good cheer,
“It will prevent us from getting so fat.”
