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.
The Daily News
All day long
commentary
comes
between me
and the world.
~
We interrupt
this experience
for an important word
from the mind.
~
Let’s review.
Who did what
to who?
~
Argh!
JDG
Insight
It’s funny how our vision improves when
we open our
eyes, unseal
our hearts
and
let
the doors
of our minds
swing wide and free –
something not encouraged by Fox tv.
JDG
Long, Slow Climb
With a temperament like mine
the most one can hope for is
itsy
bitsy
baby
steps
over the long sweep of time.
JDG
