This morning’s poem for you I write,
of lucid visions dreamt in the night.
Images pass of cloudless days,
free of worry, blues or grays.
Our sunsets color an endless shore.
Mornings dance across the kitchen floor.
Hand in hand the future we greet.
Hurdles conquered leapt with four feet.
Two heads balance on shoulders twice broad.
Laughter’s twice loud with joy to afford.
Love’s twice strong with hearts entwined.
My dreams dreamt with you I find.
A seeker of rainbows,
I gaze to the sky.
My world’s looking up,
as the clouds cry.
The sun returning,
the blues drift away.
gone is the gray.
A dream fulfilled,
a path to new.
My rainbow now frames,
a more colorful view.
The wait is long, the reward sublime.
In search I am for the perfect time.
My heart is beating and lungs are full.
My mind is racing, I feel the pull.
I’m tired but wired, I can’t sleep a wink.
I think I’m unsure of whatever I think.
Thoughts of the past reflect on the now.
Tomorrow’s soon and the why, what and how.
I sat and I pondered; what am I to do?
A question confounded by where, when and who.
Then in an instant the answer was clear.
A fool am I, the time now is here.
The forest a muse
Trade green for the blues
Discover its clues
And feel nature’s views
The forest a muse
Sensation’s to choose
There’s many to use
And nothing to lose
The forest a muse
Sense the world’s cues
Write to amuse
And share the good news
You’re paranoid when
you use turn signals to turn
in your own driveway.
Not Berry Funny
You know you’re aging
When you imagine Aunt Bea
with long flowing hair.
by a long walk in the woods,
one foot at a time.
While cleaning up my desk,
I paused to take a look.
Under years and years of mess,
I chanced upon a notebook.
Scribbles filled the sheets,
doodles blurred the sides.
Leaf by leaf a pattern grew,
much like the changing tides.
Up and down my life’s gone by,
pretty pictures were for show.
Themes were abundant,
my feelings to and fro.
Reaching the cardboard end,
an epiphany spiraled fourth.
Each page was incomplete,
like a compass without a north.
My direction undecided,
goals were scrapped with ease.
My life’s been but a metaphor,
as is a whisper in the breeze.
The day starts in silence.
My mind for now’s at ease.
Dreams are now forgotten.
The future I’m off to seize.
Yesterday’s now a memory.
Tomorrow’s too far to know.
Today my destiny beckons.
Tonight success will glow.
Disappointments will be many.
Missteps will abound.
My feet will guide me forward.
Destinations will be found.
I know not where I’m going.
Arriving is not the goal.
The journey is the purpose.
There I can rest my soul.
In this space of many parts,
all have brains, all have hearts.
Some are big, some are small,
some will soar, others fall.
Survivor’s all until we’re done,
then another, never one.
Some will give, some will take,
choices are what we make.
Some choose poorly and pay the price.
Some squeak by but that’s never nice.
Some choose wisely and forge ahead,
thankful for another day fed.
Some learn lessons, others don’t.
Some will multiply, others won’t.
All in all we’re parts of the whole.
The sum of which equals our goal.
Tomorrow’s here and faraway.
Yesterday’s done yet here to stay.
Life, it seems, seems to move on,
seemingly endless until it’s gone.
Forward we tread to catch the wave,
treading water into the grave.
Thoughts consumed, distraction prevails.
Future plans are always heads or tails.
Missteps many, disappointments abound.
A fool sought is easily found.
But today is now and now I know.
Today’s the day I must grow.
Try I must to try much more.
Life’s our purpose not a chore.
The fool I’ll be if not to persist.
Get with the flow or the flow gets missed.
Step into my diorama.
Leave the present behind.
Troubles soon will fade away.
Simpler times fill the mind.
Rest your weary body.
Sense an ocean breeze.
Feast your eyes to candlelight.
Dream of what you please.
Sit beside the fire.
Music fills the air.
Welcome home my old friend.
We’ve time I’d like to share.
I received a letter on Tuesday, last week.
The handwriting familiar, deserving of a peek,
it was written by me when I am much older.
The language’s strong, I’m certainly much bolder.
Curiosity peaked and horror’s at bay.
I couldn’t believe what I had to say.
Mistakes I’ll be making are such a huge sum.
The time I’ll be wasting makes my brain numb.
A warning I thought but that didn’t compute.
If anything changed my letter is moot.
It got me so worried I lay awake all night.
Realizing later I did enough things right.
I woke up late and missed the dawn.
Tribulations already spawn.
The light of day consumed the stars,
sounds of birds replaced by cars.
But spring is here and days are long.
Nature’s rebirth is going strong.
A failed alarm won’t trouble me.
Hello new day, we’ve much to see.
The time ahead comes too fast.
The time we see is already past.
The time is now but now is then.
The time to stop’s not if but when.
When to stop is time to go.
When is if, we already know.
If is what we go and do,
when is when is up to you.
Never stop growing, learning or asking why.
Leave a long to-do list on the day you die.
Live your life with zeal, never looking back.
Emphasize the positives not what you lack.
Always pay your dues, enjoy what you gain.
Be kind to others, never causing pain.
Share a smile daily and get one in return.
Always use your sunscreen, never get a burn.
This week was long but Sunday’s here.
The day is cold yet I’m full of cheer.
Winter’s soon gone, warm thoughts abound.
Soon there’ll be no snow on the ground.
The sky is bluer and spring is in sight,
beyond the clouds there’s birds in flight.
My mind then wanders to places unknown,
to visions unseen now I’m grown.
Jumping in puddles and backyard swings,
we laughed at time and all silly things.
But now’s time to clear a weathered head,
a new life begins when I rise from this bed.
Mornings begin in silence.
The sun is yet to rise.
Sitting in the darkness,
I’ve no need for my disguise.
The black fades to purple.
The time comes into view.
Will the focus be clear,
or another shade of blue?
Light fills my eyes,
night escapes my head.
Thoughts invade my senses,
grays turn into dread.
How will I be seen today?
The mirror reflects my fright.
The clock dictates my future.
Doubts cloud my sight.
Daring’s at the ready,
necessity turned up high.
The door cautiously opened.
To fear I welcome good-bye.
I thought by now I’d know;
when to stay and when to go,
when to whisper or to scream,
when to wake from yesterday’s dream.
I thought by now I’d see;
a more successful version of me,
perhaps a leader at the helm,
I’d guide the future of my realm.
I thought by now I’d feel;
the joys of persistence and of zeal.
I think I’m almost there,
with thoughts that I can share.
Kissing and hugging, laughing and loving,
that’s the way our days begin.
The sun will rise in passionate eyes,
our bodies warmed skin to skin.
The clock ticks fast and gone’s the past,
our future’s a sure win-win.
The world awaits what fate dictates,
our anticipation evident in our grin.
Tomorrow we’ll see how great it will be,
our souls sharing destiny akin.
For life, it would seem, resembles a dream,
our reality shining from within.
Letters we’ve sent, letters we don’t,
some we regret and some we won’t.
Some we forget, some we obsess,
some move forward, others regress.
The future will tell what we choose,
what we keep and the things we lose.
We’re in charge but not always sure,
some will quit while others endure.
Love it seems a double edged sword,
piercing the heart where life is stored.
Push too hard and the feelings gone,
though properly placed in we’re drawn.
Staying sharp we all can agree;
brings out the best in you and me.
Sharpen your pencils, grab your pad,
connect the dots and you’ll be glad.
Should have ended yesterday, do is today.
Tomorrow’s yet to come and we have the say.
Most tasks can be trivial but they must be done.
First things must be first, before we have our fun.
Could have’s not a reason, would have is worse.
That woulda, coulda, shoulda, the habitual curse.
The only thing that matters is who we truly are.
Do the things you need to do, surely you’ll go far.
The sun has risen on a beautiful day.
Why it will be I cannot say?
But I woke at dawn and I feel great.
My house is warm and troubles can wait.
The coffee is hot and the music’s down low.
I won’t ponder how the future might go.
For now, all’s good, no problems in sight.
This day is bright and I see the light.
If love can be found it too can be lost,
though the pain that’s felt is worth the cost.
Hearts that have shattered can also mend.
The time that it takes will however depend.
Some are resilient, some are less so.
Some are oblivious, not wanting to know.
While moments shared can be extraordinary,
days will pass and most will be ordinary.
Life it would seem is full of surprises.
Hardships do soften when one realizes.
For true love once had is to never forget.
But love never sought is to always regret.