One too many

You just had to push that button
One too many times
and I'm not sure what you
were expecting to happen
other than this predictable
defensive reaction of anger
and my aggressive tone

And like always
this immediate
guilt and regret



Written Wednesday, December 19, 2012 - 8:20pm

Cocoa

Contemplating the sweetness and the beauty of the cocoa plant,
I imagine the rich flavours that flowed in golden chalices and coated ancient tongues.
What energy was imparted into the wild heart beats and why does chocolate bring so much pleasure?
To imagine a world without this delicacy is to imagine the mere sounds of the world without music.




Written Friday, December 18, 2015 - 5:30pm

He

Curling his toes,
he wiggles and buries them
deep into the warm white sand.
The ocean waves move steadily
back and forth across the shore,
each breath the heavy sigh of a giant.
White foam curling around his ankles,
he leans back and stares above
into the great blue expanse.
The cloudless sky seems to
fall upon him like a blanket.
He inhales with the ocean waves.
A brown crab scuttles by.
He lets the air rush from his lungs
as the sun wraps around his shoulders.



Written Monday, December 17, 2012 - 10:09am

December

It's that time again
When you start to think about
the past year of your life
and wonder whether you
lived with the fullest of intention.
Whether you could have done more,
whether you could have done better.
Whether you loved and shared
everything that you had hoped.
Regardless of how things went,
somehow you feel hopeful
because the end of one thing
is always the beginning
of something new.



Written Sunday, December 16 2012 - 10:24am

Rachmaninoff

I love the way goosebumps cover me from head to toe
every time I listen to this song of yours
And my skin feels as though it's expanding with bliss
As though I will explode with joy
and I hold my breath until the last chord
Filled with immense benevolence




Written Monday, December 14, 2015 - 10:22am

Christmas Market

It seemed there was a thin invisible string
that connected my time and yours,
tied together in that exact moment
when we met - beside the highway
under the overpass, in overflow parking,
and somehow I wasn't surprised, as if
we had already made plans to meet
and I was expecting to see you there.

The wind is pulling at my grey woolen coat
and chilling my toes like frozen popsicles.
Little huts in cheery rows with green trim,
and twinkling lights fluttering in the wind
Bring warmth and rosiness to my cheeks,
as do both your smiles floating beside me.
Ornaments in wood and glimmering gold
are piled high in stacks and rows, and
the smell of wood fires and cooked meat
fills the cold air with smoky heat.

A delightful afternoon and chance to
reconnect in a fresh way, with no
expectations or preconceived ideas.




Written Thursday, December 13, 2012 - 12:14pm

?

Suspicions abound
in my self-diagnosis
Convinced the enemy
was hidden in goods
or perhaps my own
beneveolent handiwork

Food poisoning?
Gastritis?

I'll never know.




Written Wednesday, December 12, 2012 - 11:58am