one of those times

sometimes...
i just don't know what to do
or the right thing to say or play
when the sky is smokey gray
and you are down and blue
other than to simply pray

 

grisaille july

writing in the fog
this grayish haze
in these modern times
of forest fires blazing
hundreds of miles away

the clear sky clouded
in every breath
a smokey tinge
tearing the eyes

this is a new something
a new style of summer
more grumbling than outrage
and no real action
muddling along working
consuming and acting
oh well, the new norm
the smoggy smugness
of it all... 

an antihero at gibson's

i.
writing this blind
more like blurry
    notebook here
    pen in hand
    glasses at home 

ii.
contemplating
taking in the whir
the leisurely bustle
and gold coasty buzz
of people living
urbane and urban

iii.
you should be here
beyond just 
in my heart
and weaving 
about my thoughts 

it seems so...

there is a unique place
where heart and soul
spirit and prayer and 
love in every form
and nuance intersect

this is where you live
in this world
my own creation
this is where you buzz 
from flower to flower 
queen beeing, pollinating 
deep dreamy rich thoughts 
and deeper beliefs 
that delightfully disrupt
playfully disorient
that add meaning
and texture, coloring
the tapestry of my life

july 2026 

solitude

you need it
i need it
you need it more
sometimes

might be a second
might be a minute
might be an hour
might be a day
a week, a month
ugh... a year or years

just to be alone
just to recharge
just to think
just to meditate
levitate if we could
from here to
who knows where 

like superman
like his fortress of...

your fortress
is the sun and sky
the lake and trees
a gentle breeze
birds sitting or chirping
or in graceful flight
it is your recharging
rejuvenation
revival renewal
regeneration 
almost a rebirth

it ends with a calm
a subtle change
in your gaze
more assured
more content
so subtle
just a few 
very few
even
notice

july 2026

 

poemtimes

sometimes 
sketching poems
by keyboard... works

othertimes
it's no better
than chiseling them...
in stone

this is when
i just gottta
scribble and scratch
erase or strike
make circles and 
draw arrows
start and restart
write and overwrite 
and edit and re-edit
work 'em like clay
'til they form and
breath on their own 

july 2026 

more than just a photo

i saw a perfect photo
just a photo of you
another amongst the
hundreds we take 
and take and post
these cell phoney daze

it's just a photo
just a photo of you
in your own unique
beautiful splendor
gazing determined
into an unsure future
assuring anyone
that knows you
that it will be... 

this one hit me
it struck a deep chord
of some imagined past
this perfect photo of you
    a mountain partizan
    a fedayee fighting
    for survival of a 
    faith and a race
    pulling out this photo
    frayed and faded 
    every cold night 
    to renew the will
    to fight on
this simple and perfect 
photo of you