Monday Muse

and who are we to think
that Monday would be smooth?

shining, as the sun can’t help but do
in the summer time

instead, walking gravel,
can’t find soft sand
soles, sore with the roughness of this bumpy road

but, there’s always a bright side to a shady,
an up to a down
a right, to a wrong …

proving again,
how profound we are


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Warm regards 


At Bay

keeping the world at bay
beyond the nest where life thrives

on the outside, clutter and noise
uncertain of tomorrow
nervous of today
and sad of yesterday,
when you had the choice,
you didn’t make,
to leave the world outside when you came home
to you, yours…




Stuck For Breath

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in the here and now

no moment
to take a quiet breath,
find/hold truth
without a thought process that rakes the soul up and down the coals

soft, in-the-moment real life breath,
used to be
you could count on breath
to see you from one moment to the next
not so sure they tell me …
if you’re stuck …

Tip Of The Tongue

“the words are on the tip of my tongue”

some live
immersed in what they know of life
in all it’s bright glory.

evading tender compassion,
stuck for what to say…
words stay on the tip of the tongue

bitter tasting
face grimacing
eyes closing from sour.
burning hot breath
running from emotion to find cool, calm waters
in which to rinse the taste away

making sure it goes no deeper into the core,
doesn’t get farther …

than the tip of the tongue.







shut down, closed off,
they can’t be found.

dragged by the slipstream of life
from start to finish,
their silent voice became a wall
do you hear them?

‘for the moment,
nothing matters but emotions of the heart,

this reality too, will become a recollection of a time,
we shook our heads
were brought to tears’.

reflections …
reminding us we were there …

We close our world around us,
in reflection.