Diagnosis: Optimist Who Sees What Is

Diagnosis: Optimist Who Sees What Is

I refuse to be called Pollyannawith a smile that hides truths.My eyes twinkleWith star’s possibilitiesI refuse to be the extinguisherOf passions fire.I choose to reflect what isTo light a room with ideasI choose to create pathwaysThat surround smiles with hope.I...
Perceptions

Perceptions

Microscopic dots so small My eyes can’t see The world within a moleculeWith the speed of lightStars appear years laterSpecks from the pastI’m blinded by what I can’t phantomA microscopeA telescopeA heartscopeMy thoughts pleatedBy the vast cosmos
The “DOMs”

The “DOMs”

A pyramid of visionsKingdomSerfdomFreedomWhere life intersectsA perception of top to bottomSeldomBrings WisdomRandom occurrences Remove one grain of sandA pebble from the bottomA domino of chaosAs the pyramid topplesDOMsLoose their place
The Arrival

The Arrival

Winter tip-toed inAlong our coastNorth and south East and westSnow covered streetsMountains and lowlandsBeauty and the beast. Whitened in silence The scurry for shelter warmth and rest, a blessing or a cursePause, give you bestWinter arrived
Return

Return

All I asked for was love…Can you embrace me As I am?Open your eyes  The mind will followFor I’ll return With joy, laughter, tearsThat melts your angerSoftens the fearTo embrace you as you are.

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