Category: Poetry

your words are a battering ram
on the heart
each time they strike home -
in their well-muscled fury -
they chip away a piece
of the weakness found there,
revealing the strong fortifications beneath;
please, do continue your assault
it will fail to break me.
you make me stronger.
thank you.

In aging, in life, in all:
a strong example ignored
before my eyes as the old oak
tree in the yard -
quiet,
steady,
there.
That I had paid attention
to his wisdom sooner,
what an easier passage
I might have made.

the dirt beneath green blades
reaches out to catch me,
cradling me as mother's arms;
slowing the rhythm of a racing
heart - trying to make it 
in a world gone mad.

the blades tickle my neck
cooling my rages,
providing a sweet pillow
as I gaze up at a soft,
blue sky full of fat silver clouds
moving at their ease across my vision.

in this moment I am close to her;
she reminds me I am small,
stripping me of my cares
for I will come back to her soon.