We live our life in
Many different ways
Mad, loving, lonely,
Sick, healthy, productive,
Frustrated. But we can turn
Coal into diamonds by living
Life as a poem anyway
Tag: poet
Healer
She sees residents tirelessly
Throughout the week
Attending to their health and
Sickness problems
The nurse practitioner is the
Vital go between for resident
And doctor without her the
Physical needs of the residents
Would go unnoticed
Time
Fellow passenger
Be easy on yourself
And me also
So we can live
Whatever time
Is left for us
Each day a gift
We do not take for
Granted
Chance
What are the chances that
That nothing is left to
Chance and everything
That happens has already
Been predetermined by
The great Secretary in
The sky
Time Spent
Time spent in nature
is time spent realizing
that you do not know it all
and that you never will
Circle
Birds flying in a whirlwind
Circle over my head
Ascending higher and higher
Boring a hole in the sky
To let down the
Blessings
Rondeau
Glowing and quivering creature
In the night gripping on a branch
This glowing mass, terrible animal
In the night gripping on a branch
Glowing and quivering creature
Glass Bridge
A glass bridge across
the back of a smoking snake
Invites, boys and girls, like a
deep fried radar antenna
toward a sudden realization
you have to play it by ear
Spirits or Fog?
Set far back off the street is the
Woodmere State Hospital for the Insane
A large metal fence surrounds the hospital
Giving it the look of a prison
On foggy nights when driving through the
Park one can swear they see detached bodies
Of fog crossing the road
Recently they found a small cemetery for
Patients who died while there at Woodmere
Their spirits appear to remind us not to
Forget about them
Solitude
Persons who are are aware of alone
And competent to speak
In the space of solitude
Make it possible for themselves
And others
To find the value of the human world
Wordman of Alcatraz 