Vagabond Roads

All winter the bird sings in the bramble outside my window huddled in crumbled leaves and sticks, saved scraps for survival

a poem

I pace in a frenzy A million thoughts, a million criticisms Crashing my soul Mistakes, regrets, expectations That I can never measure up to

a poem

Trust the process. Bend the rigid rules like rubber

The tree frog stretches his toes spread eagle grips his suction to the bark and hangs on for dear life for dear life

Silence snarls like a wildebeast scratches and claws  laughs like a hyena and mocks hope, plans, dreams progress

a poem, and revised guidelines 2/4/21

You will be worthy Wait until the time is right Inch into the sun

Pocket full of stones Lake before you Pick your form And throw

a poem

a poem

Last Saturday I died….

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In rumbles there in your pit there is the storm that has been your life high pressure cool fronts warm fronts arctic blasts,  El Niño, La…

a poem

a poem

a poem

a poem