Substantial portion, viz
the lion's share
of the following poem
written June 10th, 2018.

Unseen enemy invades my body
with platoon of green berets air
rating, and enfilading immune system viz
Hub bully knock and sock kin me
courtesy roebuck seers sucker punches
mightier than stormy daniels wallop
from an indomitable
haversack being carrying
courtesy giant bully bear,
whereby cyclopean ogre

On cool moist virgin sand

in front of fire clouds

under the rising autumn sun

where there are no ripples

on the quiet Atlantic

or even a single sea gull barking

is where you are found . . .

when faces that have smiled

slowly bridge from colorless places

impossible to forget

After descent of eventide
luminescence of freshly fallen snow
still illuminates the terrestrial firma bright
even upon the onset of dusk,
when dark shadows
betoken the edge of night
analogously herald outer limits
invoking intimations of the twilight zone,
which visibility amplified
with appearance of full moon
accentuating brilliant blinding white
across the bucolic expanse.

My thoughts, difficult sometimes,
compete with the flowers all about me,
offering their hues to the sun above.

The petals seem to understand
small wonders can be anywhere,
and attempt to share their wisdom
in bracing fields, in every shade of bloom.

6 Months
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

For 6 months
I was paralyzed
I was frozen
Numb

I don’t even know what I did
How I passed the time

I couldn’t move
I couldn’t speak
I couldn’t look up
I disappeared

And I know, I know that life is fragile
And delicate
And goes by so fast
And even knowing that so deeply
Wasn’t enough

It was just so unimaginable
That there was no way to reconcile it
That couldn’t really be what happened
But it was

As the winter winds still sing
A fading lonesome final song,
Snows will slowly fade away
As springtime comes along.

Winter snows will leave the mountains
While cool water will provide its worth,
The streams and lakes will fill again
Beautiful signs of summer's birth.

Robins and other song birds sing
Tunes that fill the daytime skies,
As crocus, tulips, and daffodils bloom
Before our waiting watchful eyes.

They say it's something
You can never forget
Unlike playing a piano
Or driving a Corvette

Is cycling just an instinctual skill ?
Mind over matter, a force of will

In my ripe old age I must confess
I've never been on a bicycle, or worn a dress.

Its just two wheels and pedals
How hard can it be
Just hold onto the bars
And set myself free

February 13th, 2023 - old man winter gave a one...two punch

Overladen snow covered crackle and crunch
though, this skeptic owned a doubtful hunch
that such 24/7 round the clock whether coverage
would make laughingstock of forecasting
how Jack Frost feigned being out to lunch,
whereby inaccurate weather forecasters
outsmarted courtesy Mother Nature,
where snowfall accumulation tallied
one for the record books, a veritable blizzard
found meteorologists to scrunch

Countless generations lapsed since height of Greco-Roman mythology conceived, birthed and populated vast canopy of sky and expanse of terrestrial firmament, whereat obeisant propinquity quintessentially remains stalwart this day and age as guise go gaga genuflecting goddesses viz yule eye zing goo goo dolls, who dote demonstrably come Valentine’s Day, when Cupid plucked from the quiver, notched in bowstring and launched Eros tinged arrow induces love struck swain to swoon upon a lassie fair, whence fecund female feast proliferates progeny.

It's like, what if moths
aren’t attracted to light,
as they flutter chaotically
around the source.

What if the thing we think
is pulling them closer confuses
which way they should go.

Love has been like that.