Never Too Late

"When you have exhausted all possibilities, remember this — you haven't." – Thomas A. Edison

Archive for July 8, 2008

There is there there

In stillness, the passions I have still bubble and boil in me. My placid nature belies the flowing rivers of being in me.

Poetica

The rhythm of my writing mirrors the rhythm of me these days, rather poetic. I’m not a great poet, or great writer. All that I do here, and with others, is to express what I have in me. I don’t want this to be an exercise in navel-gazing. I want to go inside me, yes. But outward is my ultimate destination.

And right now, poetry is my path.

Still/ready

An afternoon of peace

Quiet surrounds a summer’s day

Slumber brings dreams

Of love

Of hands together

of eyes meeting

Wide amake

To possibilities

Good morning

A humid morning beckons
The workaday world stirs
The sun breaks through the clouds
Feet pound the pavement
Birds sing in the trees
Sunlight streams through leaves
The mind is still
The soul is open