Gently quivering water alight with
heaven’s fire –
the pond speaks
of fresh
starts.
JDG
Storm Tossed
When there’s just a hint of a storm,
my dog Jimmy
shivers over
to me and asks
“How could you have let things come to
this? Haven’t I
made myself clear?
Storms are scary.
You have to nip them in the bud.
Help me out here.
Just get a grip
and make them stop.”
JDG
Something To Chew On
Sometimes a bone
of contention can transform
into a meaty conversation
followed by
an unexpected but tasty dessert
of understanding.
JDG
Daybreak
Trunks, branches, and leaves –
a dark pattern woven on
the blue background of
a dawn-bright sky – morning’s
ever-changing tapestry
JDG
Morning Splendor
Water droplets shimmering in the sun –
so beautiful
and yet so
quickly
gone.
JDG
Down And Out
Caught in a small space,
constricted and tight, worry’s weight
forces my gaze down –
until something deep within
whispers, “Look up. Though
it’s dark in here, take one step
and then another.
Shake yourself loose and soon you
might make your way to the stars.”
JDG
Really?
There I go again
far away from here and now,
whisked away once more
by my swinging monkey mind
in search of yon banana.
JDG
Shadows On The Road
Slowly I drove past
that congress of complaining
crows and added my
complaints to theirs, knowing this
day’s gloom had come home to roost.
JDG
Course Correction
It didn’t take long –
the tiniest fraction of
the time it would have
taken to make things right if
she had said the first
thing that came to mind. She did
not speak or sigh or
make a single sound as she
reached out and softly touched his hand.
JDG
The River beneath the River
An artist is someone who can touch
The invisible River that flows beneath
the River everyone else can see.
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