Seen through many lenses

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

emotional

  • Oak Trees and Bean Stalks

    An oaktree begins as an acorn in the dirt, and has everything it needs already there deep inside. It roots where it falls because real growth is not about motion:It is about depth. Now people are often taught that if they are moving, they must be progressing. Going from A to B, one plan to… Read more

  • Disorganized Chaotic Attachment

    Seeking love Fearing Love Sweet, conflicted heart, I know how it feels to want someone so badly it aches, and at the same time feel your whole body whisper, danger.One moment you’re reaching, the next you’re running. One moment you’re clinging, the next you go quiet. You might think you’re crazy, but you’re not. You’re… Read more

  • heart, life,

    She stands in the hush before thought becomes breath, her presence gathered from shadow, warmth, and stillness The water holds her like a private hymn; reeds, dusk, and weathered light keep their distance, as here is something old in her composure Something Gothic in the way silence clings to her, although the air around her… Read more

  • sides or side or who

    We grow up thinking someone will come… someone will fix it… someone will save us… but somewhere along the way… it becomes this:your side… my side… their side… his side… her side… lines appear… not on maps… but in living rooms… across dinner tables… inside conversations that used to feel safe… one person chooses red…… Read more

  • build it

    Grief has a way of making a room out of the body, and asking us to live there, We learn the shape of silence the weight of a phone not ringing the chair that stays occupied by absenceStill, we keep going, not because we are strong but because the morning arrives and asks for our… Read more

  • to whom it may concern

    sorry… I’m sorry… that’s like throwing a plate on the floor and the ceramic bursts into 1000 pieces,,,, SORRY will not put it back together! apologies, mending, weaving, creating, rebuilding, fresh water, fresh food……. I’ve been thinking about what you’ve been going through, and I need to say this clearly because you deserve to hear… Read more