Turning on a Dime

One by one the days collect
Like logs against the pier…
Security is a bulkhead breached,
Still pensive, I persevere.

I pull the blinds in darkness,
Ear phones in to mute the storm,
Leonard Cohen reminiscing,
As if destruction is the norm.

Newscasters forecast heavy winds,
Sound the hurricane-warning bell.
El Nino makes winter turn summer,
A narrow miss, escaped from hell.

Right when life seems bleakest,
Things change from what they seem.
Miracles can happen, saying…
“It is still alright to dream.”

Forever, Just me!

One of those rare moments where I am left speechless. Why attempt to write any clever ditty when this photo speaks volumes; each pixel capturing my spirit, sense of irony, and my quest to live life on my terms. (disclaimer: I don't wear garters however...they pull my undies down when I fly)

True Forgiveness/ Dedicated to Haiti

Nothing speaks forgiveness,
Like an Iris cut and thrown away,
Then cast out upon the asphalt,
Where it blooms for us anyway.

It will happen...

A Young Man's Dreams

A young man dreams every mansion,
Or a Corvette, as if he’s the owner…
I viewed the future as a fight,
Boxing reality, with a boner.

The Buick Electra convertible,
Earned with real estate invested,
The Mercedes bought from rentals,
And stocks sold and then divested.

Honda Preludes timed out,
The Pick -Up truck’s body rusted,
Politicians, bankers, lawyers,
Then friends, no longer trusted.

The Corvette sits decaying,
In an unplowed farmer’s field.
My monumental wall to my self,
Stands crumbling, aged, paint pealed.

The reality of a life’s dream,
Is never what it seems…
The impotency caused by others,
Ends a young man’s early dreams.

Burnt Bridges /Zhou Yu's Train

It is said you can’t go home again,
Burnt bridges make it true.
Yet every match I held to welded girders,
Rekindled thoughts of you.

I migrated across a continent whilst.
You welded in your shop…
The years together, the endless,
Rails for a train I’ll never hop.

The ship you silently constructed,
To facilitate my grand return
Past the burnt out bridges
Stopped short of what I yearn.

All the tools that you employed,
The blue prints up on your shelf,
Designed a useless vehicle,
Transporting your unchanged self.

Your highways of reconciliation;
Pass over bridges, smoldering still,
Failing to make me reverse paths
Or deconstruct my headstrong will.

No Limitations

Image: a stranger from Google Images

The Pacific Ocean is limited,
You can only see so far…
Australia, Tonga, the Philippines;
I cannot travel there by car.

This year I found the ticket:
Unbuttoned coat, full baggy sleeves,
A long scarf travels first class,
When I turn and face the breeze.

All currents run against me,
The sea mist in my face…
I soar to distant horizons,
Views are brilliant from space.

Empathy with weathered nature,
Feeling the soul of a rock or tree…
Unlocks the undisclosed world,
Along with myself; I’m me and free.

Night Walk

I traversed the cove with Otis,
Bush to bush, along the cliff tonight,
I am guided by stars, Otis by scent;
No leash and no flashlight.

Coupeville doubles in reflection,
Smoke mirrored from a winter stove…
Sixteen years, four times a day,
I have walked dogs around Penn Cove.

Tonight the stars seem brighter,
The fireplace smoke smells extra sweet,
So difficult leaving the all familiar;
My for sale sign is on the street.