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oak-tree-black-and-white-photography_88283It stands tall, apart from its neighbors

Stoic, resolute

Displaying the scars of time.


Lightening blackened,

The trunk still looks strong,

A testament to tenacity

Yet, Limbs crack off without warning

Falling to the ground.

Acorns pile up along with last fall’s leaves.

Most are eaten, some are buried

Destined to sprout and grow.

Birds congregate on oaken branches

Conversing with each other

A woodpecker has drilled its home near the top.

Nature slowly destroys the oak,

As the oak sustains nature.





Middle Aged Aphrodite

Ive got back fat
And jiggly thighs
Disproportionate boobs
Tiny lines rim my eyes

My butt acts as balance
To my rounded tummy
My chin grew a back up
My joints now sound crunchy

What’s that on my hands?
Oh my lord, those are spots!
Hormones keep misfiring.
Now I’m sweaty and hot.

My body is a temple
Homage to aphroditic me
It displays the historic
With pure honesty.
Beauty evolving
With the passage of time,
Youth Crumbles slowly
Etching the life that is mine.

I’m Just a Buttercup

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI don’t want to be a buttercup today,

A tenacious, yellow flower.

I’d rather disconnect the runners of my roots

And curl them up beneath me.

“Leave them be!” I want to shout to the rabbits

Who’ve come to nibble on my leaves

“Come back tomorrow.” to the sun

That opens up my petals,

Preferring to sleep for many hours.

But I am a little yellow buttercup,

As if I have a choice.

My runnered roots help hold the soil in place

Rabbits get sustenance from my lacy leaves

The sun’s warmth opens my yellow petals

Adding beauty to the meadow.

I know I’m just a buttercup.

But, do I have to be one, today?



Wake-Up Call

sleepy-kittyShe sits with infinite patience

Knowing that timing makes all the difference.

Slowly she blinks with the passage of the hour.

Settled  in to wait, she dozes.

soothed by the rhythmic rise and fall of breathing.

Now, the moment has come.

She stands, and stretches

then begins to lick his nostrils.

His eyes snap open

followed by the alarm clock’s clamor.

She goes to await her breakfast

Knowing he will follow.

Solitude And Silence

2006-03-04-20-55-26I seek the elusive

In the cacophony of life.

A time of silence, solitude

A brief escape from the noise

And weight of the day to day

I know they are out there,

Sometimes apart, often together

Usually ignored or forgotten

Because action, clamor

Get favored attention.

Sometimes I catch them unaware

So I snatch them quick,

Before they escape,

Knowing that solitude coupled with silence

Is rare and exquisite.

Then I bask in the quiet,

Resting, healing, blissfully alone

As I shore up my defenses.

Too soon they’ll slip away again,

My grip too tenuous to keep them.


My eyes fly through words.

Speed reading dyslexia

Makes reading more fun.

While We Weep


weepWe learn again of yet another tragedy
Of one who combined hatred, violence and guns.
We are helpless in anger and in sorrow,
looking for answers.

While we weep.
While we weep.

How many must we bury before we say enough,
While we blame anything but the true causes of hate?
How can we dismiss the solutions for peaceful coexistence,
Ignoring them?

While we weep.
While we weep.

We’ve turned our fear of others get into an addiction
And consumed divisive calls of pundits, cleric, priest
Guiltless we are not, of these senseless tragedies.
Can we find remorse?

While we weep
While we weep.

How do we begin the task of ceasing hatred using love?
Why does it seem at times, so impossible a task?
We, as a people, a nation a species must learn the way.
To save ourselves.

While we weep
While we weep