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”
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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 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 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”
The Terrible Teens – September 1996
Those years I lived from inside out spent trembling in the winter’s sun seem distant now I hardly can recall, the race of my young heart the terror of being unlike the rest the rage of youth as we’d stampede then settle down to homework’s tasks In our innocence we believed our generation was differentContinue reading “The Terrible Teens – September 1996”
Unexpected Day Off In The Country – December 1990
My workday problems seem remote. As the snow falls outside my window, Tea too hot to drink, grows cold, untouched as the last page of my book is turned. The quietness of this snowy day, stolen from a hectic week, is shattered periodically, by the shrieks, shouts and bangs from far off rooms. These sounds,Continue reading “Unexpected Day Off In The Country – December 1990”
Stopped Turning
Tonight the world stopped turning Like the gears of a clock tower Stuck with a shudder And for that moment I was dancing again with My dear Aunt Stella, whirling in the air with the music playing loud and we were laughing in her home not far from the Ocean where we played in theContinue reading “Stopped Turning”
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