
I lift my eyes
to the night sky
and an affinity
with the stars
overwhelms me
we are old kin
the stars and I
I am stardust
forged out there
among my own kind
but lost for eons
in the icy void–
see me now
o ancient ones!
I am found!

I lift my eyes
to the night sky
and an affinity
with the stars
overwhelms me
we are old kin
the stars and I
I am stardust
forged out there
among my own kind
but lost for eons
in the icy void–
see me now
o ancient ones!
I am found!

–photo by me

wildfire smoke races
across the face of the sun
ancient alarms sound
high, fast-moving fumes summon
our deepest of primal fears
–photo by me

I came upon a serpent
And he said, “How do you do?”
I answered, “I’m a bit surprised
To be engaged with you.”
And then, without a warning,
I dipped and spun around,
And with my forked walking stick,
I pinned him to the ground.
He gasped and coiled wildly,
Struggling to break free,
And hissed, “What is this scandal, sir?
What is your beef with me?”
“You’re the Father of all Lies!
You beguiled Adam’s wife!
So now I have to till the land
and toil all my life!”
“Regrettably, mistakes were made
By all in Paradise;
Mine was that I told the truth
And now I’m paying the price.
I crawl upon my belly
Eating dust for what I’ve done,
And I’m accursed above the rest
Reviled by everyone.”
Though skeptical, I let him go,
So when I got back home,
I had to look the story up
Before I wrote this poem.

the setting sun glows
like a burning coal dropped down
the pine forest’s back
–photo by me

–photo by me

cadillacs
t-bones
floyds and
mai tais
elephants
pussycats
panthers
and eyes
lemonades
poodles
shoelaces
and ties
grapefruits
and even
a smokey
sunrise
–photo by me

My puppy Emmett made a new friend this morning.
–Photo by me

in our scope of things
obstacles ahead loom large
in reality
objects in our path of life
are smaller than they appear
–photo by me

The eloquent Calliope,
Muse of epic poetry,
Who whispered words
While Homer wrote
The Iliad and Odyssey,
Inspired both
The fool and sage
To put the pen
Upon the page
But can her stirring
Words be heard
In our computer
Driven age?
(Reworked from 2/17)