I look to the sky, hoping a poem will
parachute down
and hit my
page, but
no
not
today,
not like that
anyway. I
look to the ground, but no sprout can be found.
JDG
I look to the sky, hoping a poem will
parachute down
and hit my
page, but
no
not
today,
not like that
anyway. I
look to the ground, but no sprout can be found.
JDG
I want to get off
the negativity train,
but it’s moving fast
and slows for no station.
“Who’s the engineer?” I ask
and am shaken to hear,
“Why it’s you yourself my dear.”
JDG
No breeze, just a strange,
almost breathless stillness this
hot August morning.
JDG
It may take a lifetime
to create a vital harmony
among our disparate parts,
but it’s worth trying for.
JDG
The embodiment
of relaxed focus, my cat,
inside, surveys the squirrels.
JDG
Clouds move across the sky
causing the light to change.
I long to reside more
in the sky than in those clouds
that cause the light to shift.
JDG
If we were able
to transform the noise into
music, we could dance.
JDG
It wasn’t over
the food ’cause there was plenty,
but there was a tiff
and while others serenely
dined, those two chased, leapt, and climbed.
JDG.
We gaze upward,
scanning the sky,
wistfully looking
for answers to
our deep questions.
JDG
Suddenly it dawns on us.
We might be
the intervening
variable we’ve
been looking for.
JDG