Posted in Uncategorized, tagged carousel, poem, poetry, projection on August 3, 2016| 1 Comment »
On the carousel
the horse with the golden reins
and flowers in its mane
appears exhausted
with frivolity—
then I recall what my friend
said this morning about projection,
and I decide to reframe my thought—
exhausted, perhaps,
but I need not feel sorry
for the horse and its beautiful
well travelled circles,
no I just wish it well.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged loss, love, moon, poem, poetry, projection on January 17, 2015| 3 Comments »
Just before
it disappears
it’s ten times
brighter,
the moon—
oh love
is it any wonder
our shine
sometimes
frightens me?