As a poet I get to play easily with direction. I can write something merely pleasing as Twilight below. I can write something introspective like Meadowlark where I contemplate the meaning of words. I can write something addressed directly to the audience as in Standing Alone. Sometimes the hardest part of writing is deciding what is the proper mood and direction for the subject at hand. I was pleased with these poems and hope they give you pleasure.

Twilight

Light blue and peach pink

The sky loitering at night's brink

A quite time of reverie

On desert, mountain, plain, sea.

On a short trip, just me,

I would like to drive to eternity.

This is the feeling of free

Nothing to prove, just to be.

So when saffron light's on the lea

Leave me be with my dreams and tea.

Meadowlark

Serendipitous circumstance

never is quite real

'tis the crossroads of the obvious

with the surreal.

Though it may seem random,

it's the crossing of two planes

and shows in all conditions

3D remains.

It is purely happenstance

neither bad nor good.

'tis simply a meadowlark

lost in the wood.

Standing Alone

I think I got the message

you've been hollering at me.

You don't want to live in my shadow

nor shelter in my lee.

You want to spread your wings

in the illusion of being free.

You long to be out in the sun

for everyone to see.

I whisper to you an answer

as simple as can be,

"Freedom is much like

the capital letter C.

Open to exploring

but guarded on the back—

where plans can be made

without fear of sneak attack."

An interlocking jigsaw puzzle

all people are

although they try to hold off

and ignore it from afar.

Every idea is anchored

to others, Toots,

remember run it up the flag pole

see who salutes.

All the feeling of success

really has its roots

in the people you can get

to give two hoots.

Even in your big boy pants

and fancy stomping boots

you stand upon the shoulders

of wise men and brutes.