Month: August 2020

I will always disappoint you

my verse is no where near roses

pigment stained and tear smudged

overflowing with sudden downpours

a spiraling monsoon that can

not be held back with the tenderest

of sighs.

I tell lies lovingly

each line a litany of devotion

or a buzzed serendipity.

I will fall in love with the sleeved

heart of every poet.

Save me from obscurity, give me a purpose

sugary rose petals or the embryo

of a pearl washed ashore.

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )..

Hello Diary,

Through all of today’s turmoil one hears only the voice of adults for the most part, one often wonders what the young people are thinking… I am in my second childhood so thought I would pen some thoughts… 🙂

Through the eyes little folk…

I woke up this morning in a rush
Eagerly to start the day,
Hopefully to learn about the world
Maybe even have time to play.

I have many, many friends
Each one somewhat different than me,

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )..

Hello Diary,

Through all of today’s turmoil one hears only the voice of adults for the most part, one often wonders what the young people are thinking… I am in my second childhood so thought I would pen some thoughts… 🙂

Through the eyes little folk…

I woke up this morning in a rush
Eagerly to start the day,
Hopefully to learn about the world
Maybe even have time to play.

I have many, many friends
Each one somewhat different than me,

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )..

“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.” (Langston Hughes) and I am holding fast to that dream…. 🙂

In history’s past on the path I had a dream
Of the world in harmony it did seem,
Accepting one as who they believe and are
One’s life’s choices, no one did bar.

Free, to climb a mountain, to touch a star
Free, to search the universe, where answers are,
Free to venture through life…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )..

“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.” (Langston Hughes) and I am holding fast to that dream…. 🙂

In history’s past on the path I had a dream
Of the world in harmony it did seem,
Accepting one as who they believe and are
One’s life’s choices, no one did bar.

Free, to climb a mountain, to touch a star
Free, to search the universe, where answers are,
Free to venture through life…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )..

“Oh, yesterday’s over my shoulder , So I can’t look back for too long , There’s just too much to see waiting in front of me , And I know that I just can’t go wrong “… (Jimmy Buffet) and “Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.”…. ( Maria Robinson )

Sooooooooooooooooo,

It is down the path least traveled I shall go
To a rainbow filled horizon I venture,
To…

Slipping through fingers

Fluctuating
anxiety ebbs through the body, and an overall calmness of sorts descends to
give a peculiar perspective.

I leave behind tumultuous memories of invasive
cold machines, sometimes with gel on the probe, in air-conditioned confines of
curtained room equipped with contraptions. Crisply dressedtechnician,
occasionally indifferent professional,sometimes smiling friendlies greet
with familiarity. Elevator music plays in the background while I lay on the
Leather chaise covered with disposable sheet. Machines whirr, images are
captured while I hold deep or shallow breath, or breathe normal which is more
abnormal. Inserting of gel slathered probe causes burning
sensation,discomfort and a sense of inadequacyas I try to be
helpfully compliant. Having consumed 24 Oz water to hold a full bladder for
different,clear view is no picnic. To be able to attend to nature’s call
after it is over is oh so truly blissful!

A
few days later- I am told…