Once upon a time I wrote a poem
that did not rhyme.
I knew then
I’d found
a
way
to write
that might let
me sound very
learned and remarkably profound.
JDG
Alright Already
Be here now, they say,
but what if where I want to
be is back there, back
then? Anyway, I’m here now,
noticing my pursed
lips, tight shoulders, whiny mood,
just breathing in, breathing out.
JDG
Wherefore Art Thou
Not where I once was.
Not where I’m going to be.
Right now I’m trying
to hold space for me and this
strange incongruity.
JDG
Daily Grind
Even when it doesn’t work out, there’s real
satisfaction
in doing
things my
way.
That
doesn’t
mean I can’t
do things your way.
It’s just that my teeth hurt from gritting them.
JDG
Tea And Memories
As I sit looking
out across the pond, book closed,
tea at the ready,
my thoughts turn to you now, to
you then – when we were
new to this pond, to this place,
and you still new to
this world. You were charmed then by
fish and dragonflies.
A young woman now, you’re off
to explore other
ponds and places while I hold
fast to tea and memories.
JDG
Those Bachelors Again
You can’t keep a good
bachelor down. Every summer
the big machine grinds
them into the ground, but they
always rise, singing the blues.
JDG
Mile Markers
This summer evening
among gold-struck trees, I breathe
in the sadness of
seeing her go and breathe out
the joy of seeing her grow.
JDG
Even The Sunflowers
Though I know it was
only the breeze, even the
sunflowers seemed to
droop as they waved goodbye and
she headed off to college.
JDG
A Fine Farewell
Billowing clouds, sun
streaked sky accompany this
summer’s long goodbye.
JDG
Gratefully Composed
What better way to
spend this unexpected gift
of time than to sit
and leisurely compose a
poem that may or may not rhyme.
JDG
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