Grateful Kneeling, I sit off centered Drops of sweat Fall from my face And pool in a v At the neck of my shirt I slowly extend then sweep My left leg along the floor Towards my body Across my center Then fold it at the knee And place it on The wrong side of… Continue reading Grateful
At the end of day, what do we stand for live for and what would we die for! What motto should be etched on our coat of arms My fathers passions were a trinity of science, nature and design where elegant form followed function, a hike in the forests and mountains combined worship at the… Continue reading What do we stand for?
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A roomful of opinions opinions opinions everyone shouting no one hears. I think! I believe! I! I! I! Wait! Sit. Listen. Ask a question. Listen to the answer. Really listen. Hear. Think. Learn. Grow. . . . Another poem for the very inspiring Robin with whom I teach. …
With hair as white as fresh snow in the sunshine a woman of a certain age sits patiently upon a bench and daydreams of the years gone by. She sees her dear brother Julius one branch lower on the tree they loved to climb and her handsome friend Willi looks up at her from the ground below. That… Continue reading Kathy
The Dove’s Brief Flight Daniel Rutberg October 2013 I am weightless and floating in the absence of light I am mourning the dove’s brief flight How does one feel when your first best friend dies your blood brother And broker of peace As children we saw rites and rituals dashed against the… Continue reading The Dove Brief Flight