Category: Poetry

Doubt.

Worry.

Isolation.

Anxiety.

Paranoia.

Racing thoughts.

Fear.

Desperation.

Loneliness.

Shame.

Embarrassment.

Anger.

Sadness.

Connection.

Sharing.

Hope.

Trust.

Confidence.

Cooperation.

Risk.

Giving.

Love of self.

Caring.

Forgiveness.

Learning.

Experimenting.

Laughing.

Appreciation.

Friendship.

Fun.

Bonding.

Silliness.

Relaxation.

Curiosity.

Clarity.

Independence.

Wanna swing a bat,

Wear a cheery hat.

Eat a little bat,

Won’t go out like that.

Don’t wanna go far.

Stick it in a jar.

Twinkle little star.

Drive my shiny car.

What do you think

When you fall into the sink

And you get your mink

All wet, and it starts to stink?

Cheese is a good food.

Crackers are good too.

Fruit is like a water jug.

Chance to fly on through.

What’s it like

To be a lesser than?

To not have

A valid point of view?

To not instill respect

From others aware of your faults?

What’s it like

To have an attorney tell you

You have a crazy look in your eyes,

That will be good for your case

Of total and permanent disability?

What’s it like to have your rights

Taken away from you,

So that you can receive help

With an illness you were born with?

I bet it takes some getting used to,

To be a second class citizen,

Because of your mental activity.

Perhaps you should write a book!

But would anyone care to read it?

Sad songs sing from my soul.

The deepest chasm, I fall down into.

The longest, loudest sigh erupts from my mouth.

Quiet, calm, caress smoothly, soft as a prayer.

To latch onto, to cling, to grab, to hoist.

Oh, to be released from shame. To be free again.

Close, capture, cover, envelop, help, realize.

Move upwards into the sky, through the clouds,

Resting on a mountain top of snow.

Oh, night,

When love came down to earth,

To live as a human,

To suffer, to die,

And live again,

By the power of God,

Which brought him here

To be with us,

To be one of us,

And yet not.

Spinning in a circle,

I dance among the flowers.

The trees keep me company.

I am a lost soul in waiting.

Waiting for a secret

To be revealed.

Waiting for a mystery

To be solved.

A revelation of spirit.

A conquest of time.

A bit of the eternal

Wrapped around my mind.

So, will you go with me

Into the darkness

To look for the light?

Can you bear with all

My tired shortcomings?

My little temper?

My impatience?

My high expectations?

My idealism?

All these things

Are working against me.

But there is time,

And there is a place

For everything

In its season.

So let us begin!

Should I start to count

The fingerprints on my glasses?

The glasses I see through

Or the ones I drink from?

Should I play

A hand of pinochle

With my grandpa,

In the sunroom of his

Manufactured home

In Barefoot Bay,

Thirty years ago?

Once around the neighborhood

On my grandma’s tricycle,

As contentment rises

From each wheel.

A sunny day by the pool,

Playing shuffleboard—

Yeah, that’s the good life!

The balance in a rain drop

On a windshield,

While coasting through the country,

Magnifies my wishful thinking

On a starry night

In wintertime.

So, what’re your thoughts

On the Appalachian Trail,

With fallen leaves on an autumn day?

My guesses get shorter

As I pass through the equinox.

My hints get deeper,

As the wrinkles on my face.

Walking down a flagpole,

The going gets good;

As good as a trampoline

On a clear summer day.

And the Jeep casseroles

Float to the top of the lake,

Where canoe riders can stake

Their claim to a paper plate

At the picnic of hallee-hoos.

Let’s rock to the happy tune

Of Nirvana on the tube.