When things grow heated,
whether within or without,
I take my refuge
beneath a canopy of
words, well-chosen and precise.
JDG
Rest Stop
Wee bird rests in small
bushes – a natural spot for
low-fliers to dock.
JDG
Broken Open
Sitting here
amidst a scattering of
contradictions,
I yearn for understanding,
but perhaps
a better place to start
is with the glue of acceptance.
After all,
when was love ever coherent?
JDG
Nature’s Remedy
Clear skies, temperature just right –
personality adjustment
at last in sight.
JDG
When In A Funk
Acceptance is what
friends offer, a willingness
to sit and wait with
us until churning waters
gradually still and grow clear.
JDG
Poetry As Prayer
Trapped in an edgy wilderness of discontent,
separated from rescue,
not by choice,
but by an inexplicable closing
of the heart,
I write.
I write because
it is something I know to do.
It is something I can do
while waiting for
an inexplicable opening of the heart
which can’t be forced,
but will be welcomed
with gratitude when it comes.
JDG
Ricochet
Just like that pesky woodpecker
and that persistent jay,
those raucous dandelions
and that exuberant honeysuckle
won’t take “no” for an answer
to a question they never asked.
Instead, they suggest I do.
JDG
Markswoman
I shot him a look
when that little girl asked for
lice krispies. I knew
it reached its mark when he just
smiled and said he’d oblige.
JDG
Bits And Pieces
By now I know I’ll
never really get it – not
the whole anyway,
but I collect the pieces –
make meaning the best I can.
JDG
Descent
Sometimes the only
way out is down and in those
depths, keys might be found.
JDG
aholdingplace 