If I surrender

my need to be right, then I

can better hear you

and the place from which I speak

will have room enough for two.

JDG

( reposted at the request of a dear friend }

Even though Sami 

had walked me through each step which

I diligently

wrote down, I couldn’t upload

the image with my poem.

JDG

( Stay tuned for the poem and accompanying image. Sami will be home soon for Christmas break.)

Sometimes you don’t know

how much you needed a rest

until you get one,

and then, before you know it,

it’s time to get up and go.

JDG

Knox doesn’t share my

interest in poetry. I

don’t share his interest

in sticks, but somehow we share

an interest in each other.

JDG

For most of my life,

my mind and body have not

been on speaking terms.

Now they’ve begun to converse

and we all feel more complete.

JDG

I struggle to find

a way through the wilderness

of words to the home

where poetry resides. There

I’ll dine on meter and rhyme.

JDG

The morning starts slow.

I eavesdrop on talk between

the birds and the trees

as the sun tries to make up

its mind whether to shine or not.

JDG

.

She sang a song of

lilting happiness as she

hit the high notes of

her day – beautiful music

to any grandmother’s ears.

JDG

Today in the clouds

I saw a phoenix rising

and a young dragon.

It’s time to sit and listen

to what those two have to say.

JDG

Knox saw a spider

and invited it to play,

but the spider showed

no interest much to Knox’s

dismay. It just crawled away.

JDG