If you won two free plane tickets, where would you go?
I’m not sure >where< I’d go, were I to win two free plane tickets, but I’d damn sure go.
What God has gifted, humans cannot steal or tear down, try as they do….
This is your offering
The best of things!
Yes — I expect it of you
Walking in motherlands
This never ends
Neighborhoods both old and new
Eyes up and chin up
One foot, then next
Always that strength of sinew
Breathiest lungs
Dancing neurons
Child, this, your legacy, too
Which activities make you lose track of time?
I lose track of time thinking about bookstores and lexicographer hearts and road-trips from Colorado.
Ev’ry word from you
Stayed away and stayed away
As if I’d no need
What bothers you and why?
Unkindness is always bothersome, even to the unkind one, I think.
When your soft
Your striving and your stumbling and falling, but not failing
Meets the jagged, sharp, and stinking
The clash!
The asking why
The dark and many trumpets seem cued for some inevitable
Yet, you walk…again
Knowing why
Staggered breathing
Alive
Eyeballs, shell-shocked, know to look to the light
Still compass-marked to truth
If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?
I only care for working dinners — principled matters that need handling are discussed…time and timing is of the essence. My invitee list would be broad and mighty.
Handsomest people
They talk while walking forward
They’ve their sleeves rolled-up
What do you think gets better with age?
I believe one’s own discernment gets better with age. But, damn, if not….
Watch what strain of grief springs forth
As you realize
You loved some soul, conjured up
Sanity capsized
Of their mountain air you breathed
Certain they were there
Conversations, planning life
With their spirit’s flare
Love was lightning, checkered flags,
Continental crash!
Now their absence, now your heart
Cratered…edged in ash
What are your daily habits?
My daily habits are not limited to stargazing alone….
(Funky photograph on purpose….)
“Planetary Beings: Our Haiku”
Oh, curious one!
Terroir, continents unknown,
So, let’s go to Earth
What’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten?
The most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten is the toil of my ancestors:
She was a product of two hopeful and maybe desperate Greek immigrants who looked toward the lamp lifted beside a golden door and said, “…yes, please help.” Her last words on Earth to me were, “…help people” — as her reminder to me to do so. My grandma walked through fire, as did her parents before her, and I and my maternal family members are the products of that whole painful yet purifying, beautifying process. We all have her New York City heart and determination as well as her Greek-American intellect and empathy for others. Who of your ancestors have appeared as refined as gold to you?
“Lifted: Our Haiku”
You have walked through fire
And yet, emerged not consumed
I see your lustre
Photo Credit: Lisa Mae, FieryPhotography.com; and, unknown antique photographer
Describe a man who has positively impacted your life.
A man who has positively impacted my life is the One who has given me eternal life: Jesus, fully God and fully Man.
“Peek”
It’s Heaven, I’m told
Paths of truth veined with gold
Sudden grandeur that stops you, cold
No next shoe set to drop — breath on hold
Poetry, penned, directly for me
Affinity
A kind of kindness that makes man’s soul free
It’s Heaven I see
What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever found (and kept)?
There is the clock
There is the teardrop
Resting quietly atop my cheek
Daring this hour
Refusing to fall
Refusing to accept gravity
As if to remind me I am brave
And to encourage my tenderness
What happened, God can tell
What else remains, but to embrace each minute
Walk beyond the years
Since you’ve gone?
Photo Credit: Lisa Mae; FieryPhotography.com
Your life without a computer: what does it look like?
(My life without a Computer is better, stronger, faster….)
Then v. Now
— LisaRosier.com
Then
Somewhere on a foothill
The rocks we moved
The nights we prayed
The tree we made
All caused a clearing
And, though alone and without you
I can see celestially
Now
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