Sunday, July 31, 2011

On Contemplation

Rocks are hovering in the sky
A riot takes place in silence
In a mirror that's made from wood
I see a hidden vein of good

Back to Blogging

Good Friends:

I have been deeply involved in a writing project this month and this has minimized my presence here.  However, that project is coming to a conclusion which will allow for more time here at Shaping Words.  I appreciate the Followers who have signed onto this blog, more than I expected.

Now it's back to blogging here at Shaping Words.

Thanks for your patience,


Saturday, July 30, 2011


Wind blowing the leaves of the trees
By the road streched across July
A tarot reader spreads her deck
While dolphins between the clouds glide

Thursday, July 7, 2011


The summer solstice sun is slowly set-
ting, as the shadows take on darker hues,
Tasks that I didn't get around to yet
Are transferred to my list of gotta-dos.

But I suspect I'll forget about them,
I don't mean for it to turn out that way,
But new days have their own demands and then
What seemed important yesterday just fades.

I found a letter that was discarded,
(I think it fell out of a truck of trash)
Reading it, my feelings were bombarded --
A fragment of a story now long past.

I decided not to throw it away;
Who knows, perhaps she'll want it back some day.