Category: writing

Yeah, it Hurts, I’ll get Over it, Again

low ebb comes, again my sword, shield against dragging hurt, out of reach comes cyclical thoughts not good enough, not good enough not good enough, not good enough not good enough, not good enough till comes a realization, late, so always late like a…

Lest we forget (War, what is it good for?)

governments quarrel, bicker to war, to war, comes a cry not of you, or I, but of those protected by cannon fodder for pride of country! sacrificing women, men for the safety of our citizens on the other side of the world! as a…

Young Once

faintly in memory I’ve retained this moment of a child yet found

Shade

hidden, midst subdivision’s sprawl, mingling stones scoured by yammering brook a peaceful place photo and poem © DC Lessoway

Dance Hall

salt stained boards long ago trod, in joy, fused with music laughter leading to love’s caper in summer’s night dream photo and poem © DC Lessoway

The Good People

So in Eagle Ridge Emergency, fell off my bike, may be my ribs, not my point. So went through the routine: check in, blood pressure check, answer questions, etc.  Anyway, busy, no chairs, so I found a place to stand.  The staff are patient…

Heaven’s Dance

of ice clinging to winging dust, fleeting in duration, immense in breadth gaze gravitates upward in repose each eye deduces its own horse, spider, swimmer according to each state of being mine own mind alights upon memories of ancient cave paintings of people’s long…