Sometimes I question what I write. Other times it seems crystal clear what is appropriate and necessary for me to say. It is hard to define where ideas come from. Some are from personal experience and some from watching others cope with life's trials. Others are just observations of the complexity and beauty of what is about me.
One thing that is abundantly clear, it's easy to not quite get there. Finding the inspiration is only a small part of putting things on paper. Prose for me is even worse. I stumble more and get up slower. Thus be patient with my intros, the poems should be much better.
Soul Healing
I sit on the porch
and look at the rain;
is the anger worse
or is the pain?
For anger's acid,
burns me whole;
but pain is a canker
that grows in my soul.
I watch as droplets
bounce off my shoes—
will I ever be done
with paying my dues?
What should I learn,
what is the lesson?
Don't know the answer—
just confessin'.
A pull on the jug,
then I'll start
to gather the shards
that were my heart.
Then sit at the table
this puzzle in hand
to reconstruct
the life I planned.
It won't be the same—
but wounds will scar;
I'll just have to start
from where I are.
Might need help
from an outside source
to put myself
back on straight course.
The cause don't matter—
grief is the same;
the steps don't change—
just the dance's name.
Playing Safe
I'm going to be correct
take a genteel pc pass;
which might be to say,
I'll blow sunshine up your ass.
Though I think your opinions
are a load of bull
I'll never say shit
though I have a mouthful.
I'll walk the narrow line
twixt mealy-mouth and polite
for lack of social stress
is my glory and delight.
Visual Textures
Herringbone clouds—watery night sky,
misty moon glances through ripples.
'Tis a night where dragons might fly
and startle the world with their cry.
Welkin folds like wind-sculptured sand,
soft paper-lantern light infused,
a sky from an artisan's hand,
the ceiling of a wonder land.
The cool desert air holds the night
and vision is not crystal clear;
for distance seems ever so slight
could caress heavens in delight.
Inspiration oft is a hint,
but this time it is evident.