Seeing through the eyes of others

poetry and writings based on the truth of life. Everyone sees through their own lenses. Trade glasses with someone else and view your world…and theirs. I write personal, I write upon request and not limited to one area, genre, or style

America

  • projecting self

    Don’t tell me how I feel.Don’t tell me how I think.Don’t take your lens, polish it with your history, and press it over my eyes like it’s supposed to fit. That’s not empathy.That’s a mirror you’re holding up and calling it a window. You say, “I know exactly what you’re going through,” but your “exactly”… Read more

  • She too

    She is an earthly queen wrapped in shadow and silk, possibly a witch, possibly a vampire, possibly something older and more powerful than either There is something in her presence that feels ancient, untamed, almost holy as though she carries the light, yet darkness shines withinShe is a protector, though she does not always announce… Read more

  • Seed, Fire, Hammer

    Words and phrases are not just sounds rolling off our tongues. It is seed, fire, and a hammer. Depending on how we use it, it can grow a field, warm a home, or burn down something that took years to build. We have become too comfortable saying, “I was just joking,” “That’s just how I… Read more

  • Open your heart

    I think stepping forward frightens people because it means leaving behind the things they know, even when those things have already finished their work in their lives Familiar things have a way of holding on to us all. Sometimes people live on old memories as though they are enough to carry them through the cold,… Read more

  • streams of consciousness

    She said yes before I could even ask and then in a flash she was in her wedding dress bouquet ready to go to the altar and I couldn’t believe it the grace the faith the magic the love the moment the truth of eternal joy and forever and beauty beyond compare the voice so… Read more

  • She counted the days, the hours, the weeks, the months, perhaps even the yearsShe sat before the mirror, studying her own reflection, yet the happiness she had expected was nowhere to be found. The joy, the esteem, the glory, the honor; none of it stirred within her. As a bride to be, she felt only… Read more

  • Stop lying

    Stop mistaking church involvement for Christianity.You can pray loud, cry during worship, quote every verse folks want to hear, carry a Bible under your arm, and still be cruel to people behind closed doors,still be unsaved. Never miss a meeting or Sunday supper. You can hold a ministry position and still dodge accountability every time… Read more

  • Let it exist, let it

    I came from Oklahoma: not a caricature of dust and drawl, not a name stitched to a stereotype, but a person shaped by open skies, by long roads, by the quiet dignity of knowing who I am I speak with the education life required of me, with words gathered carefully, because some feelings deserve more… Read more

  • Mysteries of the sea

    The wind, the waves, the gulls;they all know who she is.The ships along the shore, the vessels in the harbor, all fall silent in awe They watch her, but dare not disturb her, at her presence, they bow in reverence She is the oneShe is the trueShe is keeper of the wind and sea,the thrill… Read more

  • Where you are

    Across the prairie, sawgrass leans and sways,The wheat, the canola, beans all bow to the windThey move like they know something we don’t,A slow, easy roll beneath that big ol’ sky.Manitoba, wide open, farther than the eye can hold,A beauty that weren’t made by human hands.Flat country, road after road, straight on through,Where every line’s… Read more