There’s a reason it’s called fall
and the same thing goes for spring,
but tell me, if you possibly can,
where is the win in winter?
JDG
One Man’s Apple Is Another Man’s Onion
If I didn’t know
better, I’d think The Onion
had been hired to
write the text for this chapter
in our nation’s history.
JDG
December, 2016
No rush, no bustle –
just a healing holiday
where what was broken
is made new and a grounded
spirit soars with calm delight.
JDG
Unexpected Arrival
Sometimes when pen is
put to paper, we’re taken
beyond where we meant
to go and we can’t pretend
not to know what we now know.
JDG
What Matters
And so the days pass
and with attentive care
I grow stronger and more aware.
Healing, like so much that matters,
can’t be hurried though it can be
halted or delayed.
As Arthur Miller knew so well,
“attention must be paid”
and that includes
attention to ourselves as well.
JDG
Homebound
Time stretches,
space shrinks.
I can
be big,
I can
be small.
It’s up
to me
after all.
JDG
At Thirteen
“Please, Gaba,” she said,
no welcome to womanhood
speech or little chat.
They’ve become family legend
now and I am well
aware of that.” ” What about
a party to mark
this major life event?” I
asked. She glowered and growled,
“What part of ‘no’ don’t
you get?” “Ok,” I said. “With
this poem I guess you’re set.”
JDG
A Clean Sweep
Steady breath sweeps clear
the tangled debris of my
unkempt mind.
JDG
Evening Romance
For a brief moment
sky above and pond below
share a tender kiss.
JDG
Birthday Bash
“How am I magnificent?” I asked and
then began to
name the ways.
Grandkids
sighed
and
rolled their
eyes. “What?” I
asked. “Shouldn’t we
love ourselves?” “Yes,” they said, “but not so much.”
JDG
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