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

  • Remember

    The words are fading The writing has come undonePages loosen from the heart and drift across the dark water: The separation of heart, mind, and soul has happened I am drowning; it’s all drowning Ink dissolves beneath my fingers, and every sentence becomes a current. I am left to speak but I, too, will succumb,… Read more

  • People, yeah!

    There are always going to be people who misunderstand you. Some, no matter how carefully you live or how honestly you try to explain yourself will meet you with disdain.There will be criticism, judgment, hurtful words, and sometimes rumors that have no business being created or repeated. Yes, it is natural to want to set… Read more

  • Death

    One day, you’ll draw your last breath, and the wind will still comb through the grass, and morning will break over the fields.Coffee will warm in somebody’s hands. The road will keep unspooling toward the horizon like it never knew your name Those messages you stared at until midnight, those people who left without looking… Read more

  • Per aspera ad astra

    Per aspera ad astra, I whisper to the rearview mirror as the road lifts me out of New Brunswick past trees that remember more of me than I will admit or the river holds my older names without asking me to stay boxes shift softly like unfinished thoughts in the back seat as I am… Read more

  • Say no to a flower trug

    If a structural engineer says a bridge is “on the verge of collapse,” he’s not being poetic, he’s compressing a complex reality into a vivid warning meant to provoke action.“Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God” isn’t a rant or rage, it’s a strategic, pastoral shock.Most in 2026 are afraid of that today because… Read more

  • before thy, we do…

    She wore it, very literally, and as it draped at her throat, and pressed to her chest: It listened It learned the very beat of her heart, the count between breaths and the exhales of firmness It has become one with her very being, and as it changes hands and ownership it carries the echo… Read more

  • Grace 444

    The light settles low over the grass, warm as a hand laid easy on a tired shoulder Wind moves through the field in a slow, plain way, carrying the scent of dust, wild bloom, and summer heat She lies still as if the earth itself has made room for her rest Nothing asks for hurry… Read more

  • Ineffable

    She is ineffable, beyond words, beyond measure. The kind of presence you don’t try to define. She’s like a wide Oklahoma sky at dusk stretching farther than you can follow. She is creativity itself, both moon and sun, steady and shifting, radiant in every phase.There’s something old in her, something that hums quiet and deep,… Read more

  • With but one…

    Here I sit, whole yet broken. I once could fly, I once could soar,I once could reach heights unknown.I once could do so much more than now but with one wing left, I am hurt; I am alone. I can breathe, I can see, I can speak, and I can hear, yet I cannot reach… Read more

  • Memory, Tribute,

    Written at a time of National mourning, leadership, and sacrifice. Penned when Abraham Lincoln was assassinated….. O Captain! My CaptainO Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,’ The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting: But O heart!… Read more