Flashlight

Flashlight


I keep many flashlights handy
at home, along with spare batteries,
in case the electricity goes out or I
need light in the middle of the night
and don't want to turn on a lamp.
Sometimes when I awake early I use
a flashlight to find my way around.
A flashlight is a necessity. I can
always reach one from my bed.
When I travel and sleep in a strange
place, I often hold a flashlight as I
sleep just in case and use it if I get
up in the middle of the night, to find
things I need in the dark, or to get up
early and not wake anyone. A
flashlight is a form of security. It is
small but feels mighty.

Freedom

Freedom

Who has freedom really? There
is always someone or even an
animal whose needs dictate what
any person does. There is always
someone or some task tugging at
at a person's life. The only way
one might be totally free might be
the person lived on an island alone.
But would this freedom be worth
losing all one's connections?
I don't think so. I prefer a
life with less personal freedom!

Oh No (3 poems)

Oh No


Oh no, snow on the ground again
though it is the first day of spring
all that had a hint of green is
blanketed with white once more.

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Oh no, I can't sleep. What will I do?
Perhaps I'll turn on television and hope
to intrigue my mind, trick it into sleep
before I realize. Maybe I'll look at my
Blackberry and see if there is news
I missed. I can answer an email or two.
Maybe I'll just lie here, stare into the
darkness for a while. What will I do?

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Oh no, I can't shake the sadness about
the friend who said she didn't and would
not read my blog. She once did read,
but never commented, but now she made
it clear she doesn't look at all, though
I invite her too. She said she sees me,
knows what I do. She doesn't understand
the importance of words, that an invitation
to read my words is a great gift. I won't
feel the same about this person I thought
cared about me. I realize she doesn't,
as my words are me.

Oh Yes

Oh Yes


Oh yes,

I try to be optimistic,
but it isn't always easy.

I try to enjoy each day,
but it isn't always easy.

I try to be the strong person,
but it isn't always easy.

I try to accept,
but it isnt always easy.

I try to forgive,
but it isn't always easy.

Oh yes.

The Color of March

The Color of March

There is some green in March
not much but some, only a
touch of optimism and
potential growth. Mostly
March is a dirty month, tan
and soggy, a month that
can't quite decide, could
go either way, snow or rain,
cool or warm. The yard will
need to be cleaned, but not
yet. Too early, soggy ground,
respite before real work begins,
a monthto walk dogs, to
appreciate nature's indecision.
March is a carefree month, as
I know what lies ahead

Remember me?

Remember Me?

Remember me, Dad? I am the child who
chose a compass as a souvenir on our
vacation. I thought it would be fun to use,
but couldn’t figure out how it worked. So I
asked you to explain, and you tried and tried,
but your explanation made no sense to me,
and the more words you used the more
frustrated you became and I cried because
I so wanted to understand something that should
have been so simple but wasn't. We finally put
the compass away. I did not learn to use
the compass that day. It was years before I
made sense out of a compass. Even now,
every time I pick up a compass I see the pained
look on your face and feel the lump in my throat.