Season of Headache

Celebrating is the last thing I feel like doing.
The first thing is sleep.
The second is coffee, but I’ve already had too much.
That leads to the third,
A terminal headache…
But this, too, shall pass
As I journey onward
To celebrate

Grace hosts today’s first of five anniversary features over at
The Quadrille has become a favorite of mine, and this one should contain the word “journey”. I am journeying indeed, but not celebrating… yet.

Still Life

I am the sculpture;
I’ll come right out and tell you that.
Which one?
I can’t say, because you don’t really care.

I was stone before I became this statue.
I am still stone.
And I will be stone even thereafter,
If (Merciful heavens!) I am chiseled to bits.

I told you I am the sculpture,
But I lied.
Yes, I, too, can create a ruse!
How do you like that?
The same way you like it when people point at you
Or put you in their neatly labeled box
And say, “THIS is who you are!”

You are not THAT,
And I am not the statue alone.
Heck! I am not even stone!
I Am Life!

You don’t think so;
You don’t believe what I say.
But did you believe me then,
When I said I am the sculpture?

No matter.
You can have your opinions,
And beliefs!
These are problems I do not have-

But I am still Life!
I was before the stone was.
I was before the sculpture was.
I am now,
In the stone and the rendered statue.
And I will be
Long after the sculpture is no more,
Long after the stone has eroded.
I am there.

But lest you leave this conversation all freaked out on me,
Let me come right out and tell you that
You are Life, too!
Stoned or not,
Oops did I say stoned?
Ha ha even the stones have a sense of humor!

Anyway, no matter the state
In which you find yourself, Grasshopper,
You are Life!
So live on,
For you are sculpture and stone,
Artist and observer,
Creator and creation!

Now step lively,
Rock the boat,
And live Life with the Spirit that You Are!

Oh, before you go?
Tell that painting over there
That it is still life, too.


dVerse | Poetics – Chisel Me a Conversation.
I had fun writing this!


Abundance does our soul enfold,
But we’re forgetful in this world.

Such hardened hearts and trials tough
Show Everything is not enough.

The countless Enemies to blame
Perpetuate a losing game.

If love spilled out like human greed,
The currency would not be “need!”

A Quadrille for
where 44 is the magic (i.e. required) number of words, and one word must be a form of “spill”!

Elegy to a Loved One

Prompted by

The sorrow doesn’t hurt anymore.
The stabbing pain has gone.
I’m not wounded daily by your passing from this world.
But I feel it like a heavy weight
In my sad eyes,
A lump in my throat,
A burning in my chest,
A knot in my belly.
Sometimes I cry;
Always I remember.

It’s strange, what I miss most about you–

The things you taught me help me every day,
And I am left to wonder
What else you could have shared.
When I pull out my tools
To fix or build something,
My heart aches for your guiding hands,
Encouraging words,
The knowledge you gave me.

Someone else will teach me now,
But not the way you did.
And I will learn,
But from different people, in other times and places.
And my own hands will know the tools,
My heart will see the beauty in the fixed and newly created.
But right now they yearn for what they do not have.

And the laughter?
I can’t talk about that
Without crying.
I don’t even remember what you said.
I just know it was funny;
You always brought a smile to my lips,
A happy tear to my eyes,
A song to my heart.

I realize through the shifting sands of grief and time:
I still have this smile,
This happy tear,
The song you helped me write!
And I am glad!

I don’t always feel peaceful,
Yet I am at peace.
I am strong in the knowing
That you are here now,
As you always were
And ever shall be.
Yours is the Spirit of eternity,
The one that cradles and keeps me
As It still keeps you–
In a new form perhaps,
But no less present
Than when I could touch your hand and hear your voice.

You are the Light of the Ages,
The Love that turns this world,
The tides that move and remove.

You are life,
Abundant and free!
And you are here
In me.
–for Kenny
with the song,

Where We Are

Instrument: Tempo – Seagull Excursion Folk Acoustic Guitar

1. It seems like we’ve been here before.
There’s a name for that, deja vu.
We’ve come back around
To cover this ground,
Unearthing something that’s new!

2. We don’t want to take it again,
This roller-coaster of woe.
It tosses and turns
With lessons to learn.
Let’s get them this time, and go!

3. It seems like we’ve been here before,
But deeper now than it was.
With God as our Light,
We come through the night
And greet the dawn of His Love!

‘Cause we don’t always know what we want.
But admit it, we know how we are.
We take the same path
Of forward and back
Until we return to the start
And fin’lly appreciate where we are.


With or Without
and more (see link).

Have and have not

I had a dream but I lost it.
I had a mind that exhausted.
I had red eyes and a faucet of tears.
But I still had a soul!

I have the peace that is healing.
I have a mind that goes reeling.
I have a heart that keeps feeling God’s love
And Truth within my soul!

I have a dream and I fan it.
I have a mind so expanded.
I have a heart in God’s hands all the while
With my blessed eternal soul!

This wasn’t written from a prompt, but is day 24 of


I’ve lived in a state of hypnosis
For all of my life and before.
It’s time to snap out of the trance now
And look to the opening door.

I’ve done what I’m told and I’ve waited
Beneath expectation and fear,
Considering every opinion,
Belief, and desire I hear.

But all of them came from outside me,
For others are happy to tell.
I went from the light to the shadows,
From Heaven above, down to Hell!

I’ve lived in this state of hypnosis,
Obeying the people’s commands.
And it’s brought me back to my purpose:
I’m God’s mind and Spirit and hands!

It’s hard getting out of the trances,
But truly we’re never alone!
Despite every darkness and detour,
We’re walking the path of the One!

Unprompted, for
NaPoWriMo day 21.


Manifesting all we see,
Eternal Love creates;
Transforming what we do not need, by
Agency of Grace.
Prosperity is ours, because the
Highest Good is real. And
Yesterday has come and gone to help us
Sense and heal. Our
Intuition is the voice of
Consciousness and Truth, the
All-in-all within us all that
Lives, sustains, renews!

Today’s prompt for
was to incorporate 10 terms from any kind of dictionary into a poem. This is an Acrostic for (the word) Metaphysical and contains Metaphysical Dictionary terms – just not 10 of them.

I Know

I know the Spirit is within me.
I know I live beyond this lifetime.
I know the Truth sets me free.
I know that God is all there is.
I know separation is illusion.
I know that Love is real.
I know that for all I know,
I know nothing,
And unless I examine my life
And improve from within,
I know that life is not worth living!

This one is unprompted, for
with 18 days left!

Inspired by:
“For all I know, I know nothing if I cannot demonstrate a better life.”
–Dr. Paul Leon Masters

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Before we came together, we were one.
But in my disconnect, I noticed two
And lost perception of the you in me.

I heard your voice and looked outside of me.
The loudness of the many drowned the one.
Without the inner silence, there were two.

In every life duality means two.
No different was the fighting duel in me.
In stillness I can recognize the one.

I know the one through me perceiving two.

From yesterday’s prompt at
a Tritina.