I’m so in love with this poem. It came to me while enjoying wonderful brunch during a layover in DC on my way to my parents home in TN for Thanksgiving. I had a plate of sensational pancakes topped with butter. It brought back wonderful memories that I wanted to capture in a poem.
Read MorePain, death, loss, grief. The weight of them all has born down on me with seemingly unrelenting force as of late. My brain tries to reconcile the unreconcilable and comprehend the incomprehensible. Where cognition fails, spirit speaks. The poem below is for all who have known sorrow.
Read MoreThis is your chance
Speak up
Go ahead
Say something
You’re so quiet
We want to hear
Your voice
What are
Your thoughts
What is
Your feedback
The floor
Is yours
It sounded like the crinkling of paper or the pitter-patter of rainfall. The staccato nature of the noise was just broken enough to disrupt my REM cycle. My eyes opened slowly and I groggily rolled over on my twin mattress trying to make out shapes and shadows in the dark.
Read MoreBegin and begin and begin again.
Don’t stop beginning until the end
of the road begins to unfold
and reveals all you know
is but a drop in the bucket,
a grain of sand on the beach,
a single twinkling star in a galaxy far
and oh, so, near.
Begin and begin and begin again my dear