fear is a disease
best cured by decisive acts;
worry loves waiting.
breathe deeply, exhale
then launch a frontal attack;
kick fear in the nuts.
Tag: poetry
Scaling Walls
discouraging heights
intimidate most climbers
except those lovelorn. 
all those tangled hearts
drawn to assail reaches lost
without hope’s reward.
no rope, nor pulleys
may be enlisted for cause,
spurring hopelessness.
Ignorance and Bliss
when is it okay
to scream in frustration’s wake?
ignorance was bliss.
Old Lyme Creek
crisp golden aspens
burst full with autumn’s glory
along Old Lyme Creek
Peace, people!
Not What it Seems Haiku
little lizard mistook
my bare toe for a pebble
shocking him and me!
Peace, lizards!
Rumour of Rain Haiku
Rainfall in forest
begins softly as rumour
heard first by tall trees
Sleep Patterns
i’ve been accused now
by the abrupt
no kiss good night
the ensuing silence may be
construed as rest
or as fomentation.
too still, no easy patterns
of inhalations, no
gentle exhalations.
the clock measures time in
unslept minutes
awaiting judgement.
when the eruption occurs
i can think only of
future accountability.
i seem to have gotten it,
every bit of it,
wrong yet again.
no easy answers and now
i feel damned
either way.
we really are much too
old to live like this,
i sigh.
the sigh sets him off
anew, fuel to his
unspent fire.
sleep finally intrudes;
we can only say
so much.
Peace, people.
Making Sense
Wearing toe shoes because
they make her feel graceful,
even though she cannot stand,
let alone walk or dance in them.
Pretending she has appointments,
important happenings in her
date book, when in reality her
days are void of any excitement.
Scribbling furiously in her
notebook, intent on making sense
of the empty days and lackluster
nights, praying for intervention.
Where is the muse who heads the
department of sensible thought?
She’s the one in comfortable shoes,
keeping time with the pendulum.
Peace, people!
Experience Speaks
we’re told
everything happens
for a reason.
i’m not sure
i agree.
we’re told
we’ll never be
given more than
we can handle.
that’s a lie.
we’re told
that what doesn’t
kill us only
makes us stronger.
i beg to differ.
experience tells us
that sometimes crappy
things happen for
no apparent reason.
experience tells us
that sometimes what
we’re given would
make Jesus weep.
experience tells us
that sometimes what
doesn’t kill us leaves
us wounded beyond repair.
so if the platitudes
seem too saccharine
to swallow,
rejoice! there’s
always tomorrow,
or so we’re told.
peace, people!
Cat Tactics
having tried in vain
to wrest me from my slumber
small cat snuggles close.
Praying for Eyebrowz 