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

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  • What we see…

    The photographer catches the sunlight resting inside a dandelion’s crown, each seed a little star, each fine filament holding the morning’s promise or the last golden breath of evening The poet sees it, too: the hollow stem rising faithfully from the earth, the green leaves gathered low beneath it, the flower lifting its bright face… 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

  • 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

  • Salty not Sweet

    If ocean water were sweet, we’d have it in coolers and convenience stores, slapped with a logo and lined up on a shelf like other products.But the ocean isn’t sweet. It’s salty, stubborn, and hard to swallow.That salt works like a quiet kind of resistance.It keeps the ocean inconvenient for what we want right now,… 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

  • I vow, my oath

    I vow to stay close to what is real I will speak plainly, love without performance, and hold your name with care I will meet your fear without turning away, listen before I answer, and learn your silences as well as your words I will bring no storm where peace can live, offer steadiness instead… Read more

  • 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

  • Bi Polar and Rapid cycling

    Pocket thoughts To the one whose moods swing like a storm front: you are not your diagnosis. You are a person living with a powerful, complex condition, and you are still here. When your mood shifts fast, try small, steady things: care for your body, eat regularly, avoid mood altering substances, sleep as well as… Read more

  • Schizophrenia

    pocket thoughts To the one whose mind feels like it belongs to someone elseYou are not your diagnosis. You are a person living with a very hard set of symptoms, and you are still here. When voices get loud or thoughts feel too intense, try this: name where you are, what date it is, and… Read more