When words die away,
the soft glow of silence remains
until, from its warm ashes,
light sometimes springs
and words again begin to dance.
JDG
A Riddled Life
Though I was told
I’d have to lose myself
to find myself,
I didn’t know
they meant it.
They always talked
in riddles and this
was just another one
until one day,
without my trying,
it was done.
JDG
Further Reduction
When I’m running real
short on words,
I’ll compose a lune.
~
Robert Kelly made
it up for
those whom less is more.
~
Three lines – syllables
of five, three,
five – and then I’m done.
~
If the haiku seems
way too long,
try this shorter form.
JDG
Summer Romance
The sun fell in love
with itself and a pink blush
spread across the pond.
JDG
A Small Scattering
Old fears faced and gone,
she laughs and sings a new song
on the drive back home.
~
Above and below
bits of blue and wisps of white
fill us with delight.
~
In the big picture
it’s almost always the small
things that matter most.
JDG
If We Awakened
If we awakened,
would we see the same world just
with different eyes?
JDG
More Than I Need
“Too much of anything is bad, but too much good whiskey is barely enough.”― Mark Twain
Sometimes I drink more than I need
letting myself drown in memories
that serve no purpose
Sometimes I linger longer than I need
between the staying still
and plunging forward without fear
Sometimes I write more than I need
filling up notebooks with revelations
profound to only me
Sometimes I laugh more than I need
or scream or dance or cry or dream
No,
more than I need
could just be the perfect amount
for this short life
It’s cherry season here in Michigan so I want to try a recipe in patience called cherry bounce that I discovered through my good friend at incahootswithmuddyboots. Any recipe that includes bourbon reminds me of the Mark Twain quote above that I read every Christmas season in my mother’s cookbook as the first instruction for…
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Sense of Contentment
Sense of contentment –
the smell of freshly mown grass
on a summer day
JDG
To This I Am Drawn
I catch whispers of
sound, glimpses of motion as
we linger together
in this small, in between space,
separate from the past,
not yet part of the future.
Once the door opens
I see the immensity
of what awaits and
it is to this I am drawn –
this ever-changing
uncontrollable vastness
some call life and others, God.
JDG
A Sky Alight
There they stood, those two
cousins, and spoke their regrets
at past harshness toward
each other – one seventeen,
the other twelve. No
adult was there to prod or
preach. What they spoke came
from their own young hearts as they
waited for the Fourth’s
grand fireworks to begin.
Their words lit up the summer night.
JDG
