no Yang without Yin
we all have that dark within
we must make choices
moment to moment
twixt the two and in the end
we are our choices
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Changes
I wrote the poem below, long before this journey began in earnest. I knew then, that I wasn't following full time, my dream.
Pulled in so many directions by an exceptional (modern terminology for lots of problems) child. It was necessary to have the best job with great insurance and live in the best neighborhood with the best schools with special education programs. After that, a husband with cancer...I won't belabor the point - I'm sure you get it and I'm not the only one that works the 9-5 and then some to provide for family.
Well those days are long gone and I somehow stayed in that rut. No more. It is so time to move on. I planned this once before (the poem below was written in 2007), but somehow I got sidetracked - not this time. I'm exploring the whispers and giving them form, so it is no longer ephemeral. I'm making 'real' the change that once 'rode the night wind.
my future rides the night wind
ruffles curtains, caresses skin
whispers promises at the edge of dream
leaving traces of something almost seen
Pulled in so many directions by an exceptional (modern terminology for lots of problems) child. It was necessary to have the best job with great insurance and live in the best neighborhood with the best schools with special education programs. After that, a husband with cancer...I won't belabor the point - I'm sure you get it and I'm not the only one that works the 9-5 and then some to provide for family.
Well those days are long gone and I somehow stayed in that rut. No more. It is so time to move on. I planned this once before (the poem below was written in 2007), but somehow I got sidetracked - not this time. I'm exploring the whispers and giving them form, so it is no longer ephemeral. I'm making 'real' the change that once 'rode the night wind.
my future rides the night wind
ruffles curtains, caresses skin
whispers promises at the edge of dream
leaving traces of something almost seen
Friday, September 28, 2012
Critics are people, too
most people hate change
admit it or not they do
poor jk rowling
critics are people
they expect more harry's world
so pan the new book
I personally am enjoying the book, A Casual Vacancy by J.K. Rowling. I've just begun, but it's drawing me in and I'm loathe to turn off the light, but Friday's a work day. I'll review the book soon as I can.
admit it or not they do
poor jk rowling
critics are people
they expect more harry's world
so pan the new book
I personally am enjoying the book, A Casual Vacancy by J.K. Rowling. I've just begun, but it's drawing me in and I'm loathe to turn off the light, but Friday's a work day. I'll review the book soon as I can.
Labels:
books,
Casual Vacancy,
JK Rowling
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Laying life on the line
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Monday, September 24, 2012
War is not a game
unlikely fruit, life's
juices staining the pale ground
strewn along the strand
sea waves to and fro
washing away evidence
of war’s wanton waste
here and there, a child
sleeps never again to wake
felled grey-faced angels
juices staining the pale ground
strewn along the strand
sea waves to and fro
washing away evidence
of war’s wanton waste
here and there, a child
sleeps never again to wake
felled grey-faced angels
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Vagabond at heart
Saturday, September 22, 2012
The wheel is turning
Friday, September 21, 2012
Winter count
Thursday, September 20, 2012
My familiar
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Edge of dream
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Veils hide much
outside looking in
idyllic to naive eyes
but silhouettes lie
the soft glow misleads
softening real life's edges
fall's leaves veil winter
idyllic to naive eyes
but silhouettes lie
the soft glow misleads
softening real life's edges
fall's leaves veil winter
Labels:
365 Blogging Challenge,
Haiku times 2,
Poetry
Monday, September 17, 2012
You can't hide
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Friday, September 14, 2012
Winter' coming
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Hope strewn like gems
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Remembering 911
a moment ago
a lifetime ago death rained
from out of the blue
to think that sun-kissed
blue skies can still make me cry
for innocence lost
a lifetime ago death rained
from out of the blue
to think that sun-kissed
blue skies can still make me cry
for innocence lost
Labels:
911 remembrance
Monday, September 10, 2012
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Journaling
Monday, September 3, 2012
Sunday, September 2, 2012
To the pinnacle
Saturday, September 1, 2012
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