Calling oneself a poet
So boldly hubristic
Arrogant and empty
Of dignified reserve
I dig computers
Calling oneself a poet
So boldly hubristic
Arrogant and empty
Of dignified reserve


Majestic mountains
Magnificent light falling
Tranquility’s song
Forcing wakefulness
I resist vigorously
Weariness grinds
I pull my dust together
And rise

Awakened briefly
Activity around me
Now, again, silence

This eclectic spot
Seattle’s famous gumball
Well worn paving stones
Amusing
How I put pen to paper
Expecting certain words
To flow gracefully
I’m always surprised
At what lands upon
The page
I want my home
To be worthy of flowers
Bedecked with candles
And the fragrances
Of breads, sweets
And teas, swirled into
A wondrous blend
Of my heart’s delights