A dog digging a hole is happy Sometimes they are digging to bury a bone Or investigate a noise Lost in the digging they avoid all thought other than I Am Digging But when they surface happily panting A little wild eyed Is when the reality arrives And they wonder if perhaps that great and […]
To rise before the sun, run before the day has begun. A poem that heeds the pull of instinct over materialism and, in doing so, aligns with integrity and finds freedom from everyday constraints.
A poem about the walls we argue with, the quiet doors waiting nearby. With notes from a morning walk among the magpies.
The voice is quiet Subtle No wonder I miss it so often My head is loud with habit And the things I already knew It’s easy to misconstrue Or mishear The quiet voice of my intuition saying Don’t go there, Not like that And all the other small ways it tries to guide me My […]
If I were to ask the sky Why? It wouldn’t tell me And if I were to ask a human They would tell me from their experience Not mine If I were to ask my dog She would speak with her eyes But I cannot fathom what that means Questioning of the mind can be […]
I’m looking at my dog She is trying to be cool But her tail is beating overtime Giving her away …I’m so glad I don’t wear my heart on the outside
“Look at all these mistakes”he sighed from high above her on the ladder. “They’re just nails – they hold it all together” She muttered searching about for a hammer. “Well it’s very messy” He huffed. She missed the nail, hit her thumb. And the pain taught her a lessons. Same as it always did.
