Opening of the Present

minutes, hours, days in full flight clouds flee as the grounded ache frittering upon, clutching the by-gone youthful, carefree, tarnishing memories believing this will change the present a palatable, explicit, desperate yearning eyes-in-the-back-of-their-head forward gander picking numbers, hoping, dreaming anticipation of a moneyed destiny believing this will change the present … Continue Reading Opening of the Present

I must see…

I must see another person, as a person, not through my eyes that only see colours, not through my ears that only hears the timber of a voice, not through my experience of how one treats others; but, only through my heart’s desire to be good, be honest, to care, … Continue Reading I must see…

My Substrata is Weakened

bygone cracks lay deep occasionally finding sunlight to be hidden, pasted over with deflections, denial till anew, they reappear ended, they’ll never be but healed, scars, stigma stitched, held by threads of creativity an open heart, and truth, always truth © 2013 by DC Lessoway

Present a Brave Face

gather up all the memories those magical, serendipitous rarefied instances moments stating: “this is who I am” present them to the world unfettered in gratified candor step back, smile and move on © 2013 by DC Lessoway


as we age how the outlook changes towards life, loss perhaps learned patience contains the once youthful furor perhaps cycles of at-hand experience frames a pallet mottled with joy, grief perhaps we choose, conscious or no to pause, watch, maybe make sense of the spectacle of the unworldly with a smile of woe, perhaps recollection © 2013 … Continue Reading Aging…

chock full of moments

moments some, you wake up, sweating from some, you shudder, grateful you made it, having escaped, dark places then comes those beautiful consistently stemming from beautiful thought, action a stranger’s benevolent gesture a smile on a stormy day collection of such moments and lessons therein extracted fashion an essence color … Continue Reading chock full of moments


in tears because the innocent have to die in this country, theirs, and others in tears because many put gifts above their own happiness their own needs in tears because politicians, like children bicker, squabble, then smiling stand on the wreckage of a once beautiful country In tears because Aboriginal … Continue Reading Shed

Rescues Me

in forty-eight years beheld, these eyes joy, grief, love, angst, melancholy of widest shades in exhaustive measures external are triggers of delight, woe, adoration yet I know within me stems worry, depression subjugating friendless isolation vexing my most patient friends, family how very bleak it seems till a child’s smile … Continue Reading Rescues Me