Dating apps
From the cold phone
Snaps the attention
Of a lost soul
Looking for connection
A real life
Ressurection
But instead just brings
More of the same
Without any delay
Dating apps
From the cold phone
Snaps the attention
Of a lost soul
Looking for connection
A real life
Ressurection
But instead just brings
More of the same
Without any delay
Storm brew
From sea to shining sea
A fallen snowflake
Soon will be
Joined with many others
Across the country
From Texas to North Dakota
New York to New Mexico
Here comes a late
Spring snow
If it were clear
These words would be
Near
Impossible
But rather
A dark grey cloud
Weathered smoke
On a blooming pounding
Of feet
My skeptical heart
Is on repeat
Over and over
The questions and concerns
We have for each other
Playing out
In my own head
Here and gone
Never was mine
The hope was
Always wrong
At the turn
In the corner
Where my hopes all live
In abundance
To get and to give
The niceties of life
All around
But there was the right
The way up
And the way
Down
Thankful
For the words
That can come
From a moment
Of time
Thankful for the night
And the day
That surrounds our
Lives
Thankful to be
Allowed to say
Thanks
Today
Now and then
I have a weakness of
Spirit
That is caught
Between my mind
And heart
So I have to breathe in
The hope that I have left
And keep my eyes to the
Horizon above
Rather
Than
Below
The blanket fell
Down on my world today
For the eye of white
Set looking
At the ground
Now breaking with specks
Of snow
In a hurry the wind blows
Over the water and sand
Ground to me
And my eyes fill with
The water
That makes the same
Snow
My blue home
On the shores
Of the lakes
From which I am
Born
The water calls me
Even when I am weary
To try and understand
The ripples of waves
That crest
At the midnight hour
Over and over
My blue home
Through
I’d rather be
A million
Things
That I can’t
Than one that I am
It’s the human tragedy
Within
The heart and soul
To long for
Ideas
And getting old
So rather
Than I’d rather
Today I state
I am
Stay close to the work
That the hands labor
And the head thinks
Too
Stay clear
But not overly hopeful
And that will due
Good
In time
To stay committed
Whether it’s
Rain or
Shine
Thankfully there
Is another day
To celebrate
To grow
To demonstrate
The idea that
Life is a process
Worth taking
And developing
Every step of the way
The melodic pen
Pushed through the pages
Of a life lived
Through a pin point
Directions
Of hope
And left over pizza
This pen pushed itself
When days teeter
Into the end