The melt
On a 100 degree day
In Northern Michigan
In the fall
Unlike any other
Before
The heat bears
Witness to the
Feelings we have
That life is not quite
Normal
These days
Melt
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Category Archives: Poems
Vignette
It was a small showing
If anything at all
It was easy going
For what I like to call
A distraction of faith
Is on the hands
Of those
Whose
Decisions were
Made
That’s It
That’s it
The grand finale
Until the next
Dud
Sets us all up
For another missed
Shot of hope
In the arm
That has already
Fallen asleep
Seafarer
Upon the sea
A life lived
Over the water
Of a world
Made up of the
Liquid of life
To be a soul at large
Is to be a large soul
On the oceans of life
To make a life
In a ship
Over the waters
September Sun
September sun
Brings out the heat
In the early parts
Of autumn
So thick
You can see the humid
Air
Linger over the fields
Ready for the change
Of season
The hope of summer
Fading quickly
As the fall is now
Upon us
Perpetual Plastics
What we use
And what we throw away
Piles up in the oceans
Out of sight
Of our hands and minds
But trash does not
Go away
Living well beyond the life
It had on the shelf
So be thoughtful of life
As we make our way
Through the web
Of air and water
Right here on earth
Living Above the Clouds: Embracing Life’s Spiral Staircase
Elite and high above
The clouds
There is a group of
People living
In spiral staircase
Dreams
Of life as it seems
So as to not touch
The ground
With any part of life
Up rather
In the clouds
But be proud of your feet
As they connect to what
Connects us all
The ground
tinted
my hopes
are tinted
on an old car
dashboard
wasted from the
summer light
harsh on the dash
so I gather a more
tinted approach
to the life
that I live
blithe
ill be blithe today
with a cheerful
grin
towards the sky
above
me
so as to see the light
shower down
new
with a vision
of hope
today
and true
Flippant
I have adopted the flippant
Approach
To the news
Of what matters little
In my sphere of control
So I take a new light
Into the darkest night
When all is lost
I laugh
To just to be alive
Is my only thought
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