I look down and see
old and weathered hands. How did
they get so attached to me?
JDG
Category Archives: poetry
Sensational
Knox and I travel
the same route each morning, but
we’re in different worlds.
Mine is full of sights, while
his is a world full of smells.
JDG
Independent Spirit
Even though he heard
his fellow geese honk for him
to remain in line,
he decided to break ranks
and swim solo in the pond.
JDG
A Matter Of Differences
It’s all well and good
to seize the day, but I would
prefer a softer approach.
JDG
As We Watch
An autumn evening,
filled with promises of gold,
slowly turns gray
as the sun steals away
and the moon
is slow to arrive.
JDG
Memento Mori
Getting older has
its moments, none of which I
can remember now.
JDG
Taking The Leap
Since Spring the leaves
have watched the birds fly,
and now that it’s fall,
the leaves are ready
to give flying a try.
JDG
Arrival And Departure
A lone train whistle
pierces the night,
tearing off the scab covering
her wounded heart.
As he arrives,
she departs.
JDG
Winners And Losers
I wanted to sleep in today,
but Murphy, Knox, and Saphira
insisted I rise even if
I was unwilling to shine.
JDG
Enough Already
I know I must be
reading something into it
which isn’t there, but
that crow I met earlier
can’t seem to just let things go.
JDG
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