I respectfully request my presence
as this day starts
and I ask
also
to
be
awake,
aware, and
witness to the
wildly beating heart of this wide world.
JDG
Category Archives: reversed double tetractys
Writing Myself Right
Maybe it shouldn’t
matter, but first impressions
often really do.
~~~~
Is there an upside
to this downside? Years later
my father’s words come
back to me, “We’ll see.” For now,
I’ll try to wait patiently.
~~~~~
When emotion takes over and colors
everything, there’s
still one more
thing I
can
do.
I can
pause and write
a poem or two
’til I can come back to myself and you.
~~~~
I see the upside now
It’s in this unexpected
burst of creativity.
JDG
The Way Of Things
Southward flying birds, slowly turning leaves
take our thoughts to
the ever
changing
way
of
things, to
the natural
poignancy of
shifts, to prolonged goodbyes and soft hellos.
JDG
I’ll Take My Cue
I’ll take my cue from those few grazing deer
and ease my way
into this
sun-lit
day.
I’ll
leave rush
and scurry
for another
place and time and seek peace this Sabbath day.
JDG
When Stillness Comes
Silence slowly waters my thirsty soul,
brings renewal
to spirit
and to
my
heart’s
body,
sweet release.
I give myself
over to stillness and soak in deep peace.
JDG
Morning Fog
Gray fog silently creeps over hills, slides
across winding
roads, sharpens
vision,
cuts
through
inner
morning fog,
helps us see with
greater clarity what may lie ahead.
JDG
The Doctor Is In
“Gaba,” she said, ” You’re just a young soul in
an old body.”
Oh to be
sixteen
once
more,
able
to discern
and diagnose
the soul condition of those older folk.
JDG
Belly Laughs
Cresting waves laugh uproariously as
they near the shore.
It seems they
can’t
hold
it
in.
The jokes
those seagulls
whispered when they
hovered close must have made sea’s belly shake.
JDG
Nobody Told Me
Nobody told me writing is much more
than what it seems.
Nobody
told me
it
could
open
my eyes, set
me on firm ground,
alter my perspective, and save my life.
JDG
Pulling Through
It isn’t weighty tomes or lofty thoughts
that pull me through.
It’s that small
blue-tailed
skink
whose
porch I
share, the dog
who joins me there,
and the questioning of a distant owl.
JDG
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