I sit, each day thinking. I struggle for words. Perhaps not struggle, more, A game I am intent on winning.… Read more Between Thought and Word
Author: Patrick
A World of Ideas
Our minds ablur with endless thinking, Our libraries full of words But few have found dialogue with text Or chose… Read more A World of Ideas
A Wondering Mind
Where will it go today? Where will it go, I wonder? Each new turn delights me. Each new turn tells… Read more A Wondering Mind
A Poem of Reasons (An English/Shakespearean sonnet)
Doubt not the reasons humans die are true. And many more will perish err earth ends. We die for country,… Read more A Poem of Reasons (An English/Shakespearean sonnet)
Without
Can I write a poem without? Without birds, or clouds, or sky? Without all those things you put In poems,… Read more Without
Weeds
With diligence, I clear them all Or nearly all, as it cannot be truly said That all are cleared, for… Read more Weeds
We Are People
We are people, all of us Different, each of us We come from a different place A different time than… Read more We Are People
Unconscious Mind
Plunging into the unconscious mind What should I expect to find but darkness there Not so . . . I… Read more Unconscious Mind
Touch
A sense, a thought, perhaps unknown, but true. Surrounded as we are by messages of joy, Of pleasure, fear, and… Read more Touch
Thursday
There is something special about Today as I think about it, I feel There is something special about How it… Read more Thursday
The Open Door
Just a glimpse through An open door leaves us Guessing how much more Might be revealed should That door be… Read more The Open Door
The Feeling of Knowing
What is this thing we do always and Without end, we say no other creature can Where I say, and… Read more The Feeling of Knowing
Taste
My palate holds each morsel Snug against my tongue where Flavor roams a neighborhood Of revealing sensations like Colors blending,… Read more Taste
Somewhere Else
Yes, Somewhere else I am not where I want to be, Or where my heart screams I should be I… Read more Somewhere Else
Should I Think Further
Should I think further, even longer still, than Frost As we each linger in the pasture so short a time… Read more Should I Think Further
Scent
An unseen mist of substance A mystery, a nameless spirit With irresistible power. Its presence is immediate Positive, emotive, repulsive… Read more Scent
Perhaps You Dream of Me
I write something every day. I don’t say it is about you, but it Usually is. One way or another,… Read more Perhaps You Dream of Me
Not Haiku
We have lost the rhythm Of five seven five moras The language is not the same How do I write… Read more Not Haiku
Moving Like Wind in Trees
At times I can hear it before I can see it . . . a soft flow Like a stream… Read more Moving Like Wind in Trees
More Notes On Aging
Stand up straight An old refrain, My voice no longer Strong enough for singing Or maybe I no longer care… Read more More Notes On Aging