Thursday, December 20, 2018


She looked at the ground,
saw the seeds of heartache,
but thought they never would grow
so she turned away and proceeded to be
content with her own belief.

For many a year that carried her through
the trials of everyday life
but behind the scenes those seeds took root
and grew till they covered her whole landscape.

Yet still she believed she could walk through
unscathed to the green, green, grass
and so she tried one step at a time
until finally, finally, she gave up.

It took a long time for her to know
the full import of real heartache
but it hit with a force to slay the brave
and she stumbled and tripped right into it.

Like all gypsy’s do she arose and ran
to the safety of her own wagon
but, lo and behold, that heartache had stuck
and travelled right down to her core.

She cried for a time and bemoaned her fate
but she isn’t a gypsy for nothing
so she tried again in the sincere hope
that wagon wheels would trample the lot.

But do you know that to this day
no one has heard from or seen
that gypsy who thought to beat heartache
at it’s very own game?

I guess she must have simply died
trying and trying and trying again!

Thursday, December 6, 2018

Not a statue

She’s not a statue, no, she’s not
but just a woman in repose
contemplating life and love
and what the future holds.

It’s been a lifetime, more or less,
yet still there’s no results to show
except to say life veers and dips
and love simply comes and goes.

And so she moves; at last she does,
but muscles that once firm and strong
and thought to enter life full pace
now weak and slow and uninspired.

It’s hard to drag the unexplained
and all that can’t be understood
along the path she knows to take
unless the mind is jettisoned.

And so the mind takes to flight
and discovers in the atmosphere
all that’s missing in the world
and what will never be.

It could be true to say she’s now
a mindless woman just like me
walking, talking, laughing some,
and acting like the mind’s intact.

But she’s okay; you know she is,
because her heart still as made
guides and leads and navigates
through all of life’s pitfalls.

As for love, well, yes, it’s there
because when unconfined by mind
it blooms and grows like roses do
and beautifies the world!