Bare trees10,000 fingers stretching skywardto feel the winds caressone last timebefore their deep slumberbeneath the frozen mantlein dreams of running sapand tiny leaves dancingin the breeze once more. We are bare trees8 billion fingers stretching outwardto feel the caress of humanityif only oncebefore the deep slumberbeneath the verdant greenin endless
Author: Mark
Poetry
shadows behind curtains
Shadows behind curtainsflicker grey on greythrough mist and clatterof dishes scrubbedrobotlikeone side to the other. I smile and wavea pause suspendeddish poised for the rackand then a smile returnedperhaps the firstand last exchanged upon this day. ml’24 (The isolation of Covid has brought a new reality to all, especially those
Digital Work Poetry
Love Ventures…
Yet another haiku that seemed to stream from my mind no sooner than I posted Harvest Moon. And so it goes. 🙂
Life Lists
10 Things My Dog Teaches Me About Life
We often hear of people being called ‘Old Souls’, wise beyond their years, the kind of people you reach out to when you think you are out of options or running into the proverbial brick wall. In my life I have ‘had’ a number of dogs, all of them easily
Life Recycling
Necessity IS The Mother of Invention
It probably comes as no surprise that I have a bad back, Sciatica mostly, a direct result, no doubt, of doing less than brilliant things that should be done by two people; in the name of expediency and sometimes when more than a little P-O’d at my surroundings and/or co-workers.