Sunlight filters in As the clock reads eight. Sounds of conversation and The clicking of keys Float out in the coffee scented air. I sip and write Waiting for calmness And some insight To start my day.
A silly poem for all the unwritten posts of the past weeks: Bloggy bloggy let me write Know the way unto the light Past the turn style past the wall Let the ink flow, stop the stall. Bloggy bloggy written now Let me see the when, the how. Words to flow and patterns found. […]
The full moon rises And the two worlds join The sidhe dancing in the meadows Where the students laugh. The fool moon rises And the jester plays Dancing on the edge Where the weaving fades The full moon rises Shining light and shadow Dark rustles in edges Of the moonbeam’s shine. The fool moon rises […]
The hot spell that held Colorado in its grasp seems to have broken and quite a bit of rain has fallen in the past few days. In looking at my old stack of poetry I found a poem from 1991 that seemed a good fit: The first rain has fallenBringing in the moist cool fall.The […]
This past week was Passover, and included in that time was a lot of offline time. The offline time provided quite a bit of time for reflecting on things, but it also provided time to look at what I had on the bookshelves. In addition to many good books I had a wonderful find of […]
This is Goldie Katsu and this is Me todayAnd now I have some words on july 5th to SayThe fourth was a blast with a boom and bashAnd now back to work with some documents to hash Today I have sorted and filed some pilesAnd written some words and walked some milesSome days are interesting, […]
I am sorting through my late Mother-in-Law’s folders and papers and such, and this is a bit of a capture of my thoughts: Folders of a lifeStacked up and emptiedScrap by scrap.Ages of paper sorted through:Letters home,Pictures,Degrees,Licenses,And subscriptions.Now all empty of meaningExcept in the memories of those left behind.