For one short moment, now slid into then
and I was left
standing on
shifting
sand.
JDG
Silent Witness
Next to the purple blooms
you stand, grey and barren,
silent witness to
the excited stirrings of Spring.
JDG
The Sound Of Silence
In the silence
I can hear
my own words.
In the silence
I can hear
my body speak.
Words and body
don’t agree.
In the silence
I wait.
I listen.
I wait.
JDG
Dancing With Metaphors
I was dancing with
“stubborn as a mule” when
“rooted in unshakable truth” cut in,
but when the music stopped
“willing to bend but not break”
gave me a final twirl.
JDG
Write On
Even if it is
just one word, if it’s the right
word – the word that leaves
you feeling energized – you
know you’ll cross the finish line.
JDG
Ephemeral Moments
Buttercups blooming
by the road,
Kenny Rogers
on the radio –
simple pleasures
of an ordinary life
JDG
Spring Warm-up
While wisteria
weeps purple joy, tiny wrens
fill the woods with song.
JDG
No Sense
If we looked beyond
our no’s, maybe we would see
a bigger picture.
JDG
April In Virginia
Buttercups scattered
across softly rolling hills –
a poem without words
JDG
The Gold Beneath
If someone calls you a worm,
seek clarification.
If it’s an earthworm they’re referring to,
consider this:
earthworms till soil, recycle,
add nutrients and oxygen,
and help with drainage.
They themselves are food
for robins and other birds,
snakes, snails, bears, foxes,
and hedgehogs.
They provide endless opportunities
for young boys to tease
their squeamish friends and prove
their fearless masculinity
as they bait hooks and fish.
If someone calls you a worm,
you are clearly an asset to the planet.
Nod sagely and thank them.
JDG
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