winding a way through the maze surrounding us finding the paths that stories from yesterdays laid down. enjoying the vistas from high grounds and pondering the voids from the depths in darkness.
Friday, August 24, 2012
a broom and possibilities
a broom in hand
think
of the possibilities
ah, but alas without one
sadness
in the spaces between
to employ those uses are
alive
left in the hand of the poet
...
a broom handle and head
ah, were a broom in my hand
now I would ...
the ceiling would echo
through to the floor
to the chamber within above
the floor would creak
under the weight of hearts
through the space between
a broom in hand
we would live
the possibilities
Creative Director of ‘The Pebbling Process’, Poet, Writer, Speaker & Consultant
So many wonderful stories lay undisturbed, waiting, in the pebbles along the paths our lives have taken ...
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
something that abides
have you ever held something
in your hand
had
held it
sometime before
but let it go ...
this time
you hold it,
turning it
over -
this time
to know
something
answers from within your heart ...
have you
ever held something
in your heart
and known you
had held it
sometime before
but
let it go ...
this time
you hold it
closer, more gently,
and ponder it longer -
this time
to really know –
to know
the something that abides
there lighting your
way ...
Creative Director of ‘The Pebbling Process’, Poet, Writer, Speaker & Consultant
So many wonderful stories lay undisturbed, waiting, in the pebbles along the paths our lives have taken ...
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