Seems like I blinked and my day was gone. Or maybe my day was gone before I blinked.
That sure was quick,
Like a magician and his magic trick.
As I reflect back,
I want to return back,
to yesterday.
A nice day,
That went astray,
and just passed away.
Even though I can't get what is lost back, The lessons I learned will help keep me on track.
As time proceeds into another day, I reflect back to yesterday, A quiet moment, A good meal,
Then like the spin of the roulette wheel, I realize that again it is time to deal. On this new day I plan to slow the clock down, and plant my feet more firmly on the ground.
My objective, Is to be more selective, If I be more selective, I will achieve my objective.
A firm grip, a new trip.
So I travel, to unravel,
A new day, And not let it just pass away, Or just go astray.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif
In Spirit,
Bear
PJ
I loved this. I appreciated this. Very spiritual in its own right!
Thank you,
Emilie
Love
Tinka