Poetry Remains

In the early morning mist that tree stood

aflame with light,

calling us

to rhyme

and 

shine.

Even

if the path’s

unclear and our

rhythm almost gone, poetry remains.

                                                                                      JDG

Same Folk, Different Note

I started to sing

that tired old song of woe,

but my voice gave out

and light broke in, adding notes

to make a far fuller song.

                                                                   JDG

What Abounds

Contradiction and paradox abound,

asking only 

that we show

up and

say

yes

to all

we know and

all we don’t, to

what Zorba calls life’s full catastrophe.

                                                                                             JDG

When The Last Leaf Falls

When the last leaf falls

the tree stands erect but bare.

All this letting go

creates ample space to hold

what so many seasons sowed.

                                                                       JDG

Eyeing Aging

I know I’m way past

my prime, but when I hear my

son refer to his

doctor as a Teen Titan

of pubescent fame,

I know it won’t be long til 

this mommy becomes mummy.

                                                                        JDG

A Personal Invitation

I respectfully request my presence

as this day starts

and I ask

also

to 

be

awake,

aware, and

witness to the

wildly beating heart of this wide world.

                                                                                              JDG

A Little Learning

Every day I learn

something new. Today I found

an emoticon

to express a crappy mood.

Pointed and brown with

no grin, it sends a message

soft but clear: “Step wide

and aside.” On certain days

perhaps I’ll wear one

on my shoulder instead of

the more commonly found chip.

                                                                                JDG

Momentary Solitude

Relational creatures we well

may be, but this

Sunday morning

with not one cloud

in the sky and the sun bright and

full upon the

trees, I bask in

momentary

solitude, choosing to relate

just to the sun,

the cloudless sky,

those arching trees.

                                                            JDG

Writing Myself Right

Maybe it shouldn’t 

matter, but first impressions

often really do.

~~~~

Is there an upside

to this downside? Years later

my father’s words come

back to me, “We’ll see.” For now,

I’ll try to wait patiently.

             ~~~~~

When emotion takes over and colors

everything, there’s

still one more

thing I

can

do.

I can

pause and write

a poem or two

’til I can come back to myself and you.

~~~~

I see the upside now

It’s in this unexpected

burst of creativity.

                                                        JDG