Bless This Home
O Beings of Light and Mystery, thank you for a new home of safety and simplicity. Grant that in this sun-filled space I am daily mindful of your Presence. May I write poems that please you, play songs that honor…
Wackie Pome For When You Fele Blu
0nce in a wile life reelly sucks and a day or pandemick just reelly f—–s but soon as yu nede it our hugs come rite thru with a wackified verse ritten solely 4 yu yu kno that yur hartache is…
Family Alchemy
Philosopher’s stone and elixirs of life Were desired in past Middle Ages. Past middle age, a Chapman-blessed wife, I longed only for wisdom of sages. Evolving through chemistry, wedding and birth A family must contrasts enfold, Embracing new members for…
Somewhere Under the Rainbow
The strange Muse for the poem below was the swirling turmoil in our nation: police brutality, racial and gender injustice, purging Confederate monuments, global climate change, social distancing — all seem to be at a boiling point in the midst…
Summer Solstice 2020
the world entire is a midsummer and you will be there spritelike, chasing the firefly lanterns. they beckon you here, and there; there are few obstacles to your inner grace. you freely overlook the outer stones and inner hedges. yet…
River stones
Riverstones Behold the beauty of river stones, These elements smooth as eggs. Just so does friendship mold our souls, Edges slowly rounded in the wash of time. Small separate words, events, places, hugs Make up the stream, but behold! The…
Promise
Can you sense the promise while enduring a time of hardship? I am currently enveloped in a stress-laden, iron-gray cloud of challenges as vowed caretaker of my beloved partner with his advancing Parkinson’s, as primary breadwinner while most of my…
Daughter Song
When you were born my wish came true And you transformed my precious world, For though the boys brought treasure new You became my favorite girl. There’s something mythic in your eyes, In hair so straight it shuns a curl;…
Dancing
Dancing gives you wings to an aerie place From whence you get a god’s-eye space. Up there, you soar above your strife And tears, your memories of past life. There is only this now, and you twirl. You comb the…
Hug These Days
In this unprecedented (in our lifetime) pandemic-driven retreat into home sheltering, moments of reflection come and invite me in. It’s like a dollop of opportunity for life review, but hardly a linear process. It’s more like smatterings and brief meaningful…
