Category: Poet’s Corner

Poet’s Cornor

I Do not want to Forget to be Thankful   do you forget to be thankful I know it happens unintentionally I am certain but somehow thankful gets overwhelmed by sorrow or desire or even need real or imagined is inconsequential when overlooking thankfulness   our focus changes instead of seeing our blessings we only…

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Standing Watch The once bright canvas is fading fast. Soon only the brown curled up leaves will remain as they await a gusty wind or the weight of the first snow to plummet them to ground where they will be crumbled into little pieces to be reclaimed by the earth. The starkly naked trunks and…

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I Am Not Apologizing Anymore I am done apologizing for who I am Yes It is true That I am sorry if I make you feel uncomfortable But I am not apologizing anymore We have chosen different paths What matters to you and me is not the same I am at peace with the difference…

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I Stand and Applaud You   I stand and applaud you.   Rarely do words, my most constant and faithful companions fail me but at the moment, I am at a loss.   So, I stand and applaud you.   To endure injustice is never easy, to survive it marks you worthy of praise but…

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I am Weary of Your Hate   I am weary of your hate right or wrong no longer matters I do not care why you hate or if you have cause perhaps you are justified and no court in the nation would condemn you but nevertheless I am weary of your hate we step over…

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A Good Life You are right I know you do not hear that often enough to please you but this time you are right chocolate cream pie in Missoula on the 4th of July is no small thing nor is the Fiddler on the Roof on Broadway or a flyover of military jets as we…

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Outside Looking In I stand on the outside and look in it is a choice I made years ago though I am no longer certain why I did not think it would last a lifetime but it has I have lived my life like an ambivalent college freshman who keeps taking primer courses checking off…

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Daddy and Dino   I have nothing to say, except that I really like the picture. I am not sure why. No, I know it is him, but also, I kind of wish I were her. He reminds me of him. He always did. I miss him I miss what we had I miss what…

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Recess       I am not entirely certain that at the moment anyone has anything to say at least not something worth stopping to listening to thus I have turned the volume down on the world at large muted all the senseless clatter in favor of moving forward instead of standing still I do…

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My Words and I   Sometimes, my words and I stand alone. Never really meaning to be a part of anything or anyone – I am not an us, a we or them and my words are neither poetry, nor prose or verse. We simply are – we exist for ourselves, alone, unencumbered by society…