Monday, August 13, 2012


Unfolding slowly
A process of creation
Ideas unfurl
Wings expand and iridescent in the
Cool morning light.

Standing hestitant
On the edge of possibility
A breeze carrying you forward.
An urge to fly
Into the vast unknown.

Now is the time
To let the words take flight.

Friday, August 3, 2012


A poem came out of my reflections on reflections.

Opposite self, glimpsed in reflections
fleeting ephemeral images floating on a surface.

Contradictions revealed, naked and raw,
images of reversed polarities, causing transient confusion.

Echoes of past thoughts imitating wisdom,
light bending back truth to reveal the emotions beneath.

Another glance reflects reverberations,
opportunities for redemption.