Small Wonder

It is said, 

The harder the challenge we are faced with, 

the more we grow as a result.  

Sometimes,

I wish there was a way to stay small

Danish Dumbbells

As I walked the other day, I kept hearing someone behind me.  I was in the woods so it was entirely possible that someone was ducking behind trees to avoid my gaze.  It got to the point where I actually thought they were throwing branches or small twigs at me.  I'd walk and stop, turn and nothing, walk and stop, turn and then nothing.  This went on for about five to ten minutes before I realized ...It was my own flab that was catching up to the rest of my body!!!  Oh man, it's never good when reverberating flab assaults the one to whom it's attached! I can only imagine what the wildlife was saying as I pounded the trails; "Check out the two legged moose on Brindle Pass, I'd steer clear of that thing.  I think it's grazing as it goes." I guess I've really let myself go this time and there's no turning back fat into muscle.  I am a rumpled, ripple of beastly blubber, bumbling down the fat track, fast!  It might be time to put down the danish and pick up a dumbbell. Maybe if they made dumbbells look like danish, they'd be more attractive to the lard like people like me..Maybe if exercise could be done, while eating, I'd find it more approachable.  Maybe if I weren't surrounded by all these adorable cupcakes with their thin, fit bodies, I wouldn't look so...LARGE!  Ah, but now I'm dreaming, I do work in a gym after all, but the good news is, this is the first dream I've had in ages where the cupcakes weren't frosted.  Could this mean I'm on my way?  Time will tell if I delay the deli and hit the carrot sticks and celery, or if I continue to live high on the hog, literally.

The Graceful Giver

Barren and empty-there are no words

An unfeigned silence is born

Giving rise to an unclaimed action

 

The graceful giver needs no name

Regret Me Not

If you are living with regret
Then you are sleeping with the enemy

Slice of Life

Sprinkle stones along the path

Caress me with your soul

Cover me with tears of joy

Blanket me in snow

Offer me a visual

A rainbow in the sky

Guide me to the answers

While I wait and wonder why

Engaging all the senses

Leave an imprint of your life

So those of us,  you've left behind

Can steal away a slice

 



The Other Side of Silence

Silence

A blessing

A calming,

A feather in the wind

A dusting of snow on a placid lake

that melds on the surface, gets swallowed up

and returns to the form from whence it came

Creating an antipodean fold

Silence

A burden

An unsettling

A disturbance to the balance

A passive violence, that singes the superficial

sears the atmosphere and delivers a darkness

Where the other side of silence is revealed

The Rain of Pain

As I walked today, the wind whistled so loudly I had to stop and listen
It spoke so forcefully, it commanded my attention
It drew me in and stilled my pace
I looked up and as the branches swayed
It sounded like rain
but the skies were clear and the earth was dry
What I heard was the pain of life's forgotten ones

Sorry State

I searched for the sorry in your words
But failed to hear them
I longed for the sorry in your eyes
But tears clouded my vision
I hoped for the sorry in your heart
And found the truth
in my own reflection

Sorry needs to start with the truth in your heart