May 22nd, 2017
Integration is fitting the pieces into a whole. In this poem, I write about the challenges, benefits, and results of group psychotherapy.
The somewhat shallow life I lead, albeit pleasant, Read More
Seems more meaningless and dull from their point of view.
But Monday nights are marked by camaraderie and challenge;
The process turns my pastel existence to a more vibrant hue.
May 17th, 2017
This is a sad, almost pitiful, paen about hurt, loss, and loneliness, but also the courage to feel, and perhaps, heal. An exemplary stanza is:
This is all true my friend. Read More
I too have been hurt, and I am still reeling;
The world can hurt like that.
But don’t let it make you lose your feeling.
May 15th, 2017
Here is a poem about love and loneliness, culminating with the stanza:
As I take another hard swallow of liquor, Read More
And stare stoically into the distance,
I am reminded of the times I shared with her,
Still reeling from shock of transience.
May 15th, 2017
This is a poem I wrote after achieving a long period of stability and well-being and contentment. I questioned the worthiness of such a life.
Balance is a worthy path to take; Read More
Pursuing the highs and accepting the lows.
Time is too valuable a thing to waste,
For watching TV, nobody ever grows.
May 8th, 2017
This is a poem about love – both the romantic version and the cooler, more stable one. Does it live or does it die; can it survive or must it wilt?
Perhaps poets have given rich lives Read More
To fantasies created by their imagination,
Whilst the love of themselves and their wives
Is either a frozen pond or a wild conflagration.
April 15th, 2017
A poem about self-knowledge and personal growth:
My life is a map; proud ink on olde leather Read More
Relief depicts the saga of my life:
Love is represented by the mountain
The river symbolizes pain…
April 9th, 2017
Circa 1999, this lamentation about self-doubt and loneliness, depression and anomie, begins with the following lines:
Reminiscent of a palm tree placed involuntarily on a faraway, tropical island, Read More
I live a life saddled with melancholy and self-doubt and loneliness.
April 8th, 2017
This effusive poem about love lost and emptiness experienced is typified by this stanza:
Memories come crashing in, uncalled! Read More
My mind wanders to the time we spent.
I’m sure it did happen – all those good times!
I am left wondering what it meant.
April 5th, 2017
This is poem is based loosely on the quote from the Stephen King novella, Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption, “Get busy living, or get busy dying.” It describes the nature of my emotional state in about 1999 when things were tougher for me.
A breath of fresh air is afforded by knowledge, Read More
By experiencing life and classes at college.
Seize the day or don’t bother trying;
“Get busy living or get busy dying.”
March 30th, 2017
In this poem, a hummingbird is symbolic of rekindled hope, love, and joy. The hummingbird may be familiar to anyone who knows the movie 21 Grams, for it weighs 21 grams. That is how much the soul is supposed to weigh. This tragedy features the following lines:
“They say we all lose 21 grams at the time of our death.” Read More
The hummingbird-sized addition to my heart has flown away.