We can see only what is inside: all is projection.
Retirement: eating out at the budgeteria.
Marriage is not 50-50; it’s 100-100. And your 100 should not depend on whether she’s giving hers.
Beauty does not exist apart from us. It is a reality we project. People, places and things are beautiful because we say they are. And that changes too.
Humility is the path to esteem (and it is not the destination).
I usually don’t write poems that rhyme; however, this one insisted. In fact, it demanded the use of only one rhyming phoneme: ‘ -oon’, as in ‘moon’. Feisty little thing, wanting to be heard.
Fat moon in barrel,
Red leaf on moon;
Raindrops on branches,
World in a swoon.
Logs on the fire,
Radio plays a tune;
Grey hair at my temples:
Too soon, too soon.
Everything is temporary (think long term)…