the best thing I did all day
was just a few minutes ago
trying hard to take it all in
finally realized I just had to let go
A Rueful Tuning
a gentle swaying strumming
a rueful tuning deep inside
I almost have the words I need
somewhere low I feel a tremor
somehow there’s a note I knew
some way I’ll find a way back
the dance won’t wait much longer
there’s no wrong time to join in
make the move you feel is right
remembering songs long past
remembering steps we took
remind me where I wanted to go
feet and legs moving
feel the beating pulse beneath
leading my arms and hands forward
she’s beautiful to watch
he’s incredible to hear
they are living an artful dance
I just want to be a part of it
shout at the top of my lungs
spin as fast as I can
until the song ends for me
and the waves take me
I will follow your lead
At Least I Can Feel
The scope is just too large
The blank canvas too vast
I just don’t know where to start
So I crack my knuckles
Turn my gaze forward
And instead of tuning out distractions
I let them guide me
To worlds previously unseen
Unimagined
Words flow from my fingertips
Words that barely make sense to me
Words evoking moods and visuals
That exist only in my head
Or maybe I ripped them off
From the plethora of sensations
Bombarding me at every turn
Someone once told me to be mindful
But they didn’t know or understand
For me that means everything
Boring down on me at once
And I can’t pry apart
The real from the surreal
When it all sounds and feels
So good and so bad
I’m not sure which is better
At least I can feel.
Last Gasps of Summer
Lay me down on the cool moss
Near the sparkling swift water
In the dappled warm sunlight
Where we can breathe deeply
The last gasps of summer.
No season can compare
To this that brings our skin so close
And the birds visit from the heavens
Just to share in the pure joy
Of us.
Now we can sweetly rest
With only the sun to guide
Until the moon takes our hands
And we continue on our path
Together in the open night.
They Find Me Out
Too tired to try again today
So many ideas
I’m just repeating myself
Nobody’s listening anyway
No matter what name I use
They find me out
Silly me
For thinking I can start over
When the only things new
Are pretend
And exist only in my head
If only I could be the one
People tune in to hear
Or look to for oddly compelling beauty
But I’ve been the back-up
The last hurrah
Coming through in a pinch
To everyone’s surprise
Because they hadn’t known
Or they had forgotten
The depths I generally visited
Were my comfort zone
And I could speak the language of anguish
So I shouldn’t be so shocked
And put down
When they don’t turn to me
For fun and games
Even though
I’ve always liked to play.
The Word Rummager 