Merry Christmas and A NEW YEAR of Options

Photo by: John P. Ford


This poem is about a feeling of being open to experience what life
is presenting with an open heart and living in the joy of the moment yet knowing that moment changes in a heart beat. I relearn this lesson daily.

This poem was written 12 years on on March 15th. Two weeks later a heart connected love died unexpectedly at age 45.

Wishing everyone wonderful and loving holidays continuing in the New Year and beyond
on a day to day basis.


SEEKER

Angels and Visionaries
traveling through
my here and now
frogs of beauty
who would be Prinzes

Mama's voice in
high adoration
on the inner air waves
Daddy on a John Deere
Waterford Crystal
warm beer


Misty Air -
Solar Eclipse -
Joy on the wing
Wanting to be
THERE NOW

Fractured prisms,
ancient wisdoms
my heart has
my head on line

Incense,
Starstones,
Sticks and Bones
Amethyst Crystal
caught in sunlight

Trailing
dustmotes
Beware the
Ides of March

Celebration,
Sound and color,
Mid-Life Crisis
Glory Hallelujah!

Going home in
a red
convertible
mustang
Ole Time Religion

Unicorns,
foghorns,
sailing vessels
put to sea

Arthur & Guinevere,
Tristan and Isolde
Ralph and Alice
You and Me

Soulmate,
Heart and Head
Out of sync,
The song unsung
Will the circle be unbroken?

Touching
Reaching
Longing
A Yearning Journey
Ecstasy. Despair.

Riding on a Harley -
Sunlight in the air
Children everyone.
Love always there

Sometimes now is
all that's needed
And to breathe
For awhile

You Know...I wonder

Photo by: John P. Ford

Looking for love....sometimes in all the wrong places and life spaces.. can lead to a level of disappointment that is a sad commentary on the hopeful dreams held close by the seeker in the beginning of the quest..the traveler may think they are at the point of...being there.........only to realize the other occupant was not at home for them.

This is disappointment and it can be a blue period...sometimes with need for regrouping and recovery and it is enough. Two souls in transit who miss the connection they wanted. Why games beyond that? I wonder. This is a poem written about these reflections.

You know.....I wonder

Watching you ignore me
I wonder what you are gaining
I wonder what it is that you really
feel I have done

To make you think that
this is the way
it should go for mutual greeting
of two souls in transit

When to me it seems
a smile, a hello or
even a glance or perhaps
an inclination of a nod
to each other

Would seem the
kinder thing and easier
for us both
who after all have done
no evil or real directed
unkindness to each other

We have, I believe
only led our lives
walked out paths and
while in the doing of it
briefly touched and

connected and attempted
friendship and deeper caring
one human in life
to another and often
with astute observations
on both sides

It is new to me this
Non-Approach of yours for
what seems to be of
no kind purpose and
I wonder why non-kindness

When to my way of feeling
life offers unkindness enough
without working to create it
with fellow travelers all
of us in need of a lighter touch

You know...I wonder
What is this all about
Are star crossed
travelers such as we
in need of all of this...Really?

For whatever the reason
or urge for the rally
I defer to one much better at
advent and execution of
this non-directed pain than am I

Therefore, I send you a
Salute, traveler
for your consistent effort
toward whatever it is
that you feel you accomplish

The game you play seems to
be one you value so
since I value you
As I thought/think you to be

I watch you and
learn even when you
think I am not looking
even when I am wondering