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A Forest Life




A songbird sings

A haunting tale

Of love and loss

And hope.


A deer finds comfort

Amongst the trees

Its graceful body

At rest.


The squirrel

The hoarder

With nuts stacked high

Winter’s feast.


The mole digs deep

The ground so soft

It serves to hide

And sleep.


The wolves are here

The prey’s afraid

Cycle of life

Lives on.


Where do those

Who we call human

Have the right

To be?

Outta Sight!



I heard the word

That poems are sad

And some surely are

But not all I am glad


Some have a twist

A surprise I would say

Those are the ones

That so make my day


Playing with words

Should really be fun

A laugh or a chuckle

Would not be undone


So give it a shot

But try to be bright

I’d just love to say

That’s outta sight!

A Blast From the Past

Noisy Silence   (July 2013)


Do you ever sit in a quiet room and listen, I mean truly listen? Close your eyes and pay attention. I can hear the wind off my balcony gently blowing through the trees. I can hear my refrigerator humming its ubiquitous sound of cold. I can hear the highway and a steady drone of cars whizzing by. A bird, a gull I think, probably searching for lunch, loudly. There’s a banging, somebody doing construction. Oh yes and a car horn screeching its presence. Oops, a car alarm screams in protest, at what I do not know. A truck backs up punctuating the world with his irritating beep, beep, beep, beep…

You see I believe true silence is illusory. Even when a room is deathly quiet it is not silent. Spend some time in a library. It is one of the noisiest places that advocates silence. Listen carefully. The librarian is admonishing someone for something. Someone else is on the phone directing someone to the appropriate department. With the advent of computers there is a constant clicking of the keyboards. I can hear pages turning, sometimes in anger. There is the irritated sigh as someone looks for a book but cannot find it. Pages rustle and footsteps clack on the uncarpeted floor. There is no silence here.

 Once upon a time our world was much quieter. We didn’t have cars and computers and the ever present hum of electricity. Our nights were darker, we didn’t have the light pollution of all the towns around us. I believe as a people we were calmer. Now we want more and more. No matter what we have, we crave new and better. What is that? What is it the psychobabble of the day is saying: relax, chill, be cool. Well it’s true! We live noisy and harried lives. We rarely seem to take the time to stop and smell the roses. Even when we relax it’s doing something energetic and noisy. Ah yes, the sounds of silence: the ever present white noise that surrounds our lives. They actually sell machines that emit white noise because it is often difficult to sleep when things are too quiet.

I wonder if we would know what to do if all sound stopped. I wonder if people who are completely deaf actually experienced true silence? All I know is that my world is noisy and sometimes irritating and I love it all!

Angst is the Word

The notes I had made

They seem to have fled

I’m left at a loss

And filled now with dread


Once every week

Was the goal I had set

It worked for awhile

And then came a threat


The words I had written

Got lost in the mess

My home is in flux

And I’m full of stress


When order once more

Is the word of the day

And writing is easier

I’ll then have my way


Forgive me my rant

I just needed to vent

I’m feeling much better

My angst has been spent

I yearn for the simpler times


I am feeling a little melancholy today. No real reason. I am sitting in front of my brand-new desk and it is beautiful. The renovations in my kitchen are proceeding. The sun is bright and it is a beautiful day. I have no reason to feel sad or melancholy, but I do. We are constantly being bombarded by the horrors that exist in our world. The inequalities, the hatred, the anger and the people who are only looking out for number one. Too many them are in positions of authority. I can’t believe I’m going to say this but, I yearn for the simpler times. I remember  when . . .

No. That’s not right. Not now, not today. Things have to change, yes. But I would rather look forward to when . . . yes, and I do! I look forward to the day when we realize we are one people, one planet, one goal: not just to survive but to thrive, together! We are capable of such good, such beauty and I am optimistic enough to believe that we will find a way.

I grew up on the original Star Trek. It showed a future that was not without conflict but it was a future of inclusion, of compassion and of curiosity. It was the future I wanted. The Star Trek franchise is still very much alive and within all the angst of a fictionalized universe, the core tenet remains.

The future is ours to mould but we have to start now! I believe that more people realize this and are doing everything in their power to ensure that we do have a future. You and I can be part of this movement even if it is only in a small way. Even a single penny, when combined with others, will make a million dollars. Every single one of us can make difference. Let’s make it a difference for good.



Furl your sails and sit awhile

As a misty breeze wafts by

I nod my head and smile a bit

Your company’s worth the wait

In gentle silence we muse creation

And while away the hours

Companions for a moment

We keep the world bay


To soon the cracks will show

And others will want in


Cherish these few moments

As life begins anew