The Poet's Room

    We all start out so small, a microscopic egg in our mother's womb. Time, nourishment and love allow us to grow up. I wrote Spirit Dance eighteen years ago as Darlene and I were driving back to Wisconsin for the birth of the first Grandchild.       Here he is on his eighteenth birthday with Donkey. Donkey is a story in our relationship. As a very young boy sometimes we would babysit him. Frequently we would watch Shrek together. Donkey being one of the main characters for an early birthday he received Donkey as a present. Things of course changed as he grew up. After a few years of growth he decided he was going to let Donkey go live somewhere else. For sale at their garage sale Darlene decided we'd adopt Donkey. Of course Donkey being an extrovert and Darlene and I being introverts Donkey doesn't get out much.... just at Birthdays. Donkey would complain if he could really talk... but such is the life of a stuffed toy... he can't... so I usually do it fo...

    At Swan Pond for my evening walk, mesmerized by the sky I began taking a video when the phrase 'Cloud Walking' rose from the depths to manifest in consciousness.  Cloud Walking                                   Grounded on earth Eyes reach heavenward As setting sun Highlights ephemeral clouds Stretching over horizon's shores With orange, yellow, pink, red glows; Sight seeing ends Where instinct begins Transcending physical matter, To grow an illumination Beauty lovingly caresses Like golden tresses, Without any need  To fully comprehend!                                                                                (For Lee)     At S...