Whale Dreams

(Note:  Messages from the dreamtime inspire much of my poetry, and as an experiment, I decided to revisit an old dream, from May 2013, and see what new insights it might deliver.  The original posting, entitled “Whale Dreaming”, can be viewed here. ) Exposed we are, voyageurs, crossing a great expanse – one tiny vessel […]

Bureaucratic Dystopia

Bureaucratic automatons privy to personal dilemmas fuss over delegated tasks – vessels sans initiative – policy makers overriding common sense, common decency paper pushers passing verdicts condemning downtrodden, unable to fight whose day-to-day living – questionable at best – lacks the necessary survival guide – procedural forms dehumanize suffering, cubby-holed egos void support, icily authoritative […]

Nested

Nestled in with childhood truths – second-hand, missing perspective – nursing a creeping creativity: insignificant clarity expanding measurably, hurried. Once social, now retreating papered over failure, have fallen frigid waves infiltrating, overtaking chronically pained, over and over contemplating flight, freedom voiceless, expressionless, flat even revelation muted, unmoving boundaries, discussed, protective currently crumbling…underestimated the struggle, the […]

Missing Lessons

No point hanging onto past – education is not preparation when illness decides to drop in neither Algebra, nor Social Science offers clues for solving the equation: Life minus ability equals:  what? Curriculum based on harsh realities would instruct how to tie up loose ends, gather what’s important, remain calm while filling prescriptions and countless […]

Bit Player

Have landed – actually, volunteered for – a supporting role intended fun, but comedy eluded, am fighting for a life fearful choreography exacting a cathartic script haywire admission of fault my memory fails positions me, in brief spurts, faltering co-performers push encourage, emanate loving commitment buy into mania my cause: avoidance beyond distraction I miss […]

Tired

so tired… the heaviness of slumber settles on me like a straight jacket – no point resisting… was it a poisoned apple that struck me so – or is this exhaustion emblematic… of what…. a soul aspiring to flight weighted down by sensitivity… an ego tied to ideals no more salient than balloons whose once […]