You fit me
Like an old shoe
Been resoled, shined
Renewed
Who is wearing who?
Strung out to dry
Hopes are high.
Category Archives: Thoughts
Eminence
Six feet

All I receive
these days
is junk mail.
Now I no longer
have the need
will you wear
my shoes?
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Image (C) Carlos Barria /Reuters
To my girl
Having friends like these
Makes it good to be alive
Once a loved one burdened
Me with my life
Ever since I doubted
Was I made for strife?
My worth upon this earth
Is not mother or a wife
A helper and completer
For those grafted to the vine
All these inner longings
Are a gift from God divine
Now my little angel, rest
Until the day is fine
All your gifts and hugs to give
I’ll gladly take as mine
—————————-Photo by Alexander Shustov
Going the distance
Current
Swamped by rapids and torrents
sweeping debris downstream
eroding every sandbank
every creature’s home of dreams
pulling on weeds and reeds
that populate the banks
irrigating flood lands
without a word of thanks
Such forces here faced
buried deep in to bedrock
a boulder immersed in waters deep
clear water for the flock
The gushing noise it causes
could illuminate our fears
But rather not still water
growing tepid over years
Such solid rock is moulded
constant force of river wide
smooths out all imperfections
buffs the surface to a shine
no watershed moment could
make a boulder weak
one so vast and solid
made from mountains’ peak
————————————–Photo by Beverly Nguyen






