week 456 ~ the future it would seem

the future it would seem
is not what the past wrote
for life is not a dream
the future it would seem
develops its own scheme
and we should all take note
the future it would seem
is not what the past wrote

week 421~ while I was thinking about this

while I was thinking about this
all was perfect in every way
it seemed my dreams could never miss
time passed plans fell to disarray

all was perfect in every way
cradled by imagination
time passed plans fell to disarray
life blinked then they were left undone

cradled by imagination
it seemed my dreams could never miss
life blinked then they were left undone
while I was thinking about this

week 420 ~ as I reflect on all that I can see

as I reflect on all that I can see
knowing there’s so much more invisible
now but poised waiting down the road for me
I toast the kindness of grace my cup full
of life’s bounty as it’s turned out to be
and I wouldn’t trade the incredible
sirens’ song that brought me here finally
to accept time’s gravitational pull
for love desire sorrow even pain
have gifts to share treasures that still remain
as my heart ever vigilant dreams on
tracing the faint line evidently drawn
by music long ago and far away
its mystery anticipating this day

week 419 ~ blues walkin’ like a woman

blues walkin’ like a woman
slowly down a crooked road
doin’ what’s right what she can

finishing what she began
eyes never blink her oats sowed
blues walkin’ like a woman

once upon a time she ran
staggered to carry the load
doin’ what’s right what she can

her mind stuffed with contraband
anger ready to explode
blues walkin’ like a woman

owning her path an urban
gypsy with dignity stowed
doin’ what’s right what she can

to ignore the proffered plan
to get back what she’s been owed
doin’ what’s right what she can
blues walkin’ like a woman

week 417 ~ while I was thinking about this

while I was thinking about this
it was perfect in every way
it seemed my dreams could never miss
time passed plans fell to disarray

 it was perfect in every way
cradled by imagination
time passed plans fell to disarray
life blinked and all were left undone

 cradled by imagination
it seemed my dreams could never miss
life blinked and all were left undone
while I was thinking about this

week 414 ~ I have not dropped anything

I have not dropped anything
important don’t cry for me
just grabbing for the brass ring
I have not dropped anything
still room for all life may bring
juggling fast happily
I have not dropped anything
important don’t cry for me

week 413 ~ floating toward the exit door take me

floating toward the exit door take me
far from this opera forever more
make me pack my bags buy my ticket soar
far as far as I can finally see
an empty calendar with days weeks free
to laugh write sleep hum I want to grab for
the brass ring to unfurl my dreams before
asking if they’ll find room to grow to be
ready for whatever uncharted course
might reveal itself before it’s too late
before the entrenched path closes off all
other options to explore maybe force
a new ending for my story if fate
abhors a vacuum catch me as I fall

week 404 ~ deep water keeps rushing onward

deep water keeps rushing onward
under the bridge over the dam
ignoring the once-planned program
the truths not promised but inferred
from opportunities proffered
in a world that’s not all it seems
try as we may to hold our dreams
close time moves us ahead grasping
at branches on the shore asking
what hand directs life’s willful streams

week 401 ~ moving forward

moving forward
whatever’s wrong
missed vision blurred
moving forward
life undeterred
still sings its song
moving forward
whatever’s wrong

week 397 ~ what we can’t give them poised here

what we can’t give them poised here
at this moment of ending
the one thing that makes it clear

to choose from all we hold dear
what matters most partings bring
what we can’t give them poised here

the strength to go beyond fear
find something worth defending
the one thing that makes it clear

that all will be well to steer
their ship wisely wing on wing
what we can’t give them poised here

life’s true path don’t interfere
when they are flung resisting
the one thing that makes it clear

for someday it will appear
suddenly like love or spring
what we can’t give them poised here
the one thing that makes it clear