Past resentments fade
and current irritations
vanish as I step
outside. A field of tiny
buttercups colors my view.
JDG
Past resentments fade
and current irritations
vanish as I step
outside. A field of tiny
buttercups colors my view.
JDG
The solidity
of nouns, the fluidity
of verbs reflect a
mystery words can only
approach but never capture.
JDG
The answers, indeed, may be blowing in
the wind, but two
big questions
remain –
from
whence
does the
wind blow and
what will we do
once we hear those answers that the wind brings?
JDG
Can you hear me?
Are my words reaching you
or are you too in tune with your iTunes
to reach out to the person next to you
and have a meaningful conversation?
The people before us believe we are a generation
marked by false connection
that is isolation and emotional repression
in 140 characters or less.
We have become obsessed
with fame and fortune,
proving to ourselves we are the best
though the lens of a camera
and the approval of others
instead of truly connecting with each other.
I am a goth, a witch, a child.
Most of the time my temperament is mild,
but when I see people who would rather
connect to a charger than a person,
I can’t help but want to scream
for the death of connections we’ve lost,
where human connection is paid as the cost
for a good wifi signal.
So I ask you,
Can you hear me?
Dakota Wells
(my granddaughter)
For much of my life
I’ve stepped up
and stepped forward,
but now, it seems, I’m being asked
to learn a different kind of step,
one not familiar to me.
At first I felt an inexplicable sadness
and perhaps remnants
of that sadness will remain,
but intertwined there is also
an unaccustomed peace
that maybe only
stepping back can bring.
JDG
In a neglected field
stands a decaying house
stacked with tools,
some ancient, some new.
In one corner a skeleton sits.
The occupant had the tools,
but none of them were used.
JDG
Old green greets the new.
Blossoms beckon butterflies
beneath changing skies.
JDG
Now you don’t see it;
now you do – bursts of bloom on
bushes, trees, and ground.
The entrance, though silent, is
definitely not subdued.
JDG
It all began with
my morning cup of coffee.
I breathed in, offering thanks
for its warmth and smell.
I breathed out and noticed
the dog poop on the floor.
I breathed in and noticed
its warmth and smell.
I breathed out and tried
not to curse.
I breathed in and offered
thanks for all
pooping creatures everywhere,
but that was a stretch too far.
I breathed out
and the mess in me got up
and greeted the mess in the room
with water, soap, and paper towels.
JDG