Self-created suffering made easy:
believe the worst
of others
and of
your
self,
don’t count
your blessings,
let things fester,
repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat.
JDG
Self-created suffering made easy:
believe the worst
of others
and of
your
self,
don’t count
your blessings,
let things fester,
repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat.
JDG
The hills lie waiting
for the first warm kiss of sun
as moon pines away.
JDG
A flurry of snow –
kids’ and parents’ hearts both miss
a beat on the kids’
first day back at school, but for
very different reasons.
JDG
Though the evening stars
beckon and the moon invites,
on cold nights like this
I would prefer not to be
on the outside looking in.
JDG
The bluest sky came
after sun-set and before
moon-rise. I watch bare
tree branches reach out as if
to say,”Stay” and so
the blue lingers. The outdoor
cat, glad for company,
kneads and purrs, looking toward me
as I look upward
toward the now star-scattered sky
as blue becomes grey, becomes night.
JDG
How will the way I
look at things change what I see?
How will what I see
change me? What will it mean to
look at the world with soft eyes?
JDG
Still struggling after
all these years to keep my tongue
leashed and to control
fast flow to my lungs so gusts
of hot air are not released.
JDG
It’s not the wanting
or the knowing that’s the thing.
It’s the darn doing.
JDG
Grief, that unwanted
gift, love’s final offering,
must not be refused.
JDG
Before the sun has
risen, they have. These kids, who
seldom stir themselves
when school’s in session, leap to
greet said sun this Christmas break.
JDG