• Poetry - Reflections

    Focused Anxiety

    Relief is hard to come byConstant change swirls around like sand in the dust stormThe world and here at homeNo more lazy summerFall harvest emphasizes the movement of the seasonsOverwhelmed to learning to boredNervous energy like a mist hangs around my worldWhere can value be extracted?Where will change throw the human aside?Where will the new intelligence leave us?I asked for something differentMaybe the stress and strain will resolve into a familiar flowPerhaps a brand-new idea outside my focus will emergeWhat if hard work was rewarded?What if the struggle was just slightly less intense?Will the talented remain?For years I feel a…

  • Poetry

    Back to the Front Line

    Chosen from many Hard work rewarded New language learned Methodology tested Data presented Decisions delayed Projects created Meetings extended Document written Feedback expected Updates predicted Idea digested Time is short Work disbursed A shortage of staffing The inbox will burst Familiar surroundings Starting over, yet not A return to my post A moment to breathe

  • Poetry

    Selfish Humans

    I travel far Drifting slowly to my spot My friends surround me Reflecting the great Light in the sky We shed our layers Monsters with sharp lips arrive Forcefully pushing us together Scattering our enemies between Smaller creatures tear us apart A scraping drowns out all sound Helplessly thrown into a pile Broken

  • Poetry

    Rapid Fire

    Forever pended Nothing finished Each moment fleeting Every Day Something new Shifting sands beneath Plug a hole Find another How are we even floating? Solutions promised System broken Forever at a standstill Autumn colors Restoring Hope Darkness arrives early One’s reflection Sparking Joy Reborn in Light

  • Poetry

    Solar Exposure

    Skin lightened by the endless Winter days Snow and Rain are my consistent friends Using modern fire to illuminate our homes Suddenly transported to blue sky and blazing Sun The pressure on my surface has increased as I wade through the swampy air The edge of the Earth is covered with tiny particles They reflect the rays onto my face More than 90 million miles traveled Reacting with the pale body now exposed to The Elements Mostly protected by a liquid shell Slightly red from the power of the Source An ancient remedy from the plant life heals And now…