I am trying to make my posts more frequent. Part of the problem is knowing what to post. I usually go with a few poems.
I have thought of putting up some prose, but it seems so foreign to me after years of poetry. I find that my prose ends up feeling slightly poetic.
In an effort to get past this my next post will be in prose (paragraph) format. I will not assume to think that it will not somehow still not scan as poetry.
That is next time. for the current post I chose three differing poems. Enjoy.
Perception
Life is mostly point of view,
and some points are blunted,
either by genetic happenstance
or curiosity that's stunted.
As with a pencil point,
blunter draws a wider line,
thus losing the clarity
which subtleties define.
Global reasoning leads to
stereotype, discrimination,
and a truth which resides
only in imagination.
But this only changes
with the participant's view
so presenting another side
is all we can do.
Then if the same verse
beats without cease,
simply say,
"Peace."
Season Portrait
Young spring morning,
mist floats gossamer in the breeze.
Light slants saffron;
shadows sprawl full length on the leas.
Birds sing gaily,
they return from wheree're they stayed.
Buds are mouse ears
delicate, but soon to grant shade.
Flora, in the wings,
waits the season's curtain rise
and breathes anticipation
into moving skies.
Crocus raise their heads
amidst scattered shards of snow
harbinger of change
they herald rebirth's coming show.
Breath in the rapture
let it permeate the soul
what recent seemed forsaken
soon will be made whole.
Needed Change
solace,
loose fit flannel
warm toddy, blazing fire
aging dog reclined at the feet
evening giving respite from daytimes rigors
sleep through all the nocturnal hours
stiffness settles slowly in bones
coffee jolt to dulled mind
start morning tasks
solace