Like dry leaves blown by
a restless wind, old thoughts toss
in weary heads.
JDG
Now And Forever
How quickly days change –
grey to gold to grey, then back
again. Neither gold
nor grey can stay, no matter
what those lazy pundits say.
JDG
B Poetry
But battling boredom beats being brought
down by bouts of
bothersome
blasé
blues.
JDG
Strangely
Strangely she yelled for
peace, shattering the morning’s
soft cacophony.
JDG
Poetry Of A’s
Angry adolescents of any age
adamantly
argue that
they are
right
and
you are
wrong although
any adult
will assess their argument as addled.
JDG
When In The Dark
When I’m in the dark,
I write and, if I’m lucky,
what appears is light.
JDG
Last Leaf Rorschach
I wonder how it feels to be the last
leaf hanging, to
be holding
on so
long?
JDG
Settling
Letting the quiet
settle into my bones this
morning. Preparing
for the noisy day ahead,
I watch my breath rise and fall.
JDG
3 AM
In the silence the only sound I hear
comes from inside
my own head.
Hush now.
Rest
now.
You have
miles to
go and many
promises to keep. Hush now. Rest now. Sleep.
JDG
Let Us Sing
Where have all the old songs gone –
the ones we sang while marching?
They brought cohesion, fought despair,
helped us get from here to there.
The work’s not done; there’s much to do –
much to tend, much to fix, much to stop,
much to build, much to nurture, much to birth.
If the answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind,
let us listen, let us sing, let us gather, let us begin.
JDG
