Jerry Rutberg – June 12th 1921 – April 2nd 1965 My father loved; A rigours hike up to a mountains top, a well told tale and the sound of waterfalls at a trailside stop. He love his family, his brothers and sisters, my siblings, my mother and me. He was kind and fair and forContinue reading “On the Anniversary of a Father Gone”
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Poetry
The words falling like tears finding their way to nestle together on a page can salve our wounds, Strangers scanning their order and sentiment can make up their own meaning and be awed by our intuition or stare blankly at the page of our inscrutable scribblings We can stand in the light, centering our selvesContinue reading “Poetry”
My Morning Ride
The trees are weeping white blossoms large birds wave their wings taking flight my heartbeat surges as my legs churn to summit the hills along the path the chill wind whips by me nothing quite compares to the feeling as I descend
Life – New Beginnings
Life is filled with new beginnings each sunset and sunrise tick of the clock childhood the terrible teens dawn of recognition in another’s eyes world shrinking around just the two you love sweet love children of your own the world shrinks again to frame a halo around each of your children’s heads each new beginningContinue reading “Life – New Beginnings”
Papa I’ve Wandered – 1975
Papa, oh Papa, I’ve wanderedFar from the mountains where the eagles would flyFar from the forests where the winds rushed and diedI remember the rivers carried yesterday’s rainAnd the sounds of the waterfall calling my name But how were your hands shapedAs they reached for mineTo catch me as I stumbled or to ease anContinue reading “Papa I’ve Wandered – 1975”
Grateful
Grateful Kneeling, I sit off centered Drops of sweat Fall from my face And pool in a v At the neck of my shirt I slowly extend then sweep My left leg along the floor Towards my body Across my center Then fold it at the knee And place it on The wrong side ofContinue reading “Grateful”
What do we stand for?
At the end of day, what do we stand for live for and what would we die for! What motto should be etched on our coat of arms My fathers passions were a trinity of science, nature and design where elegant form followed function, a hike in the forests and mountains combined worship at theContinue reading “What do we stand for?”
Kathy
With hair as white as fresh snow in the sunshine a woman of a certain age sits patiently upon a bench and daydreams of the years gone by. She sees her dear brother Julius one branch lower on the tree they loved to climb and her handsome friend Willi looks up at her from the ground below. ThatContinue reading “Kathy”
The Dove’s Brief Flight
The Dove’s Brief Flight Daniel Rutberg October 2013 I am weightless and floating in the absence of light I am mourning the dove’s brief flight How does one feel when your first best friend dies your blood brother And broker of peace As children we saw rites and rituals dashed against theContinue reading “The Dove’s Brief Flight”
Live Each New Year, A Day At A Time – July 6, 1996
At one, you were having so much fun, your laugh so loud it always pleased the crowds, your mother, your brother and me. At two and three you found out you had knee’s you’d never walked when you could run, sometimes when you were having fun, you’d stumble and your mom would, hold you, kissContinue reading “Live Each New Year, A Day At A Time – July 6, 1996”