Like a Mirror

A clear alpine pond
A serene reflected moon
But what lurks beneath?

Lap Swim

 

 

 

 

Lost in a fluid world

Bubbles of air

Stream past my ears

 

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Weeping Psychedelics

To those who weep when
laughter sleeps,

for those whose days
are stolen by black dogs –

and even to those who keep
sanity all to themselves,

My Friend and Her Anxiety

Over and over on a Ferris wheel, she will not come down,
have her meal, will not admit that she is afraid
that the contraption revolving around her heart may one day die.

She’d rather sit there, all hours, observe the heights
and the tops of towers, reach her fingertips up as she drops
to brush the illusions, feel the felt and wool of a god’s eyelash
she dreamt of the night before.

We Have a Choice

WE HAVE A CHOICE

Shut off the news

and choose beauty

Let a song well up in your throat

and fill the air

Perspective

The plight of sane souls
In a mad society
Is insanity.

Life Matters(on suicide)

The holidays are so lonely for so many. However, there is

always an answer better than taking your life.

Dear Heavenly Father in heaven,

I lift up this one who is broken.

The pain is too much to bear.

He can barely get up in the morning

Wishes he were with you there!

Cancer of the Soul

I see me now,
And reflect on a time when
Once lost ,
Needing to be found again

I see those years,
Just a walk on part
On the stage
Of my life
In a house I occupied,
But where I did not
Live
In a bed I slept,
But did not
Dream

A “Self Help” Limerick

I was at the pharmacy picking up a prescription the other day and I saw a self help book on a display by the prescription pick up counter called They Can’t Drive You Crazy If you Don’t Let Them Have The Keys. I guess the floor planner figured that if you were in need of prescription drugs, you may also be in need of psychological help dealing with things ailing you in your life, health and otherwise. Hey, I was there picking up something that I need due to the aging process. Let’s just say, I gotta go with the Flo – pun intended.

Stigma (a poem for World Mental Health Day)

Why do you always stop and stare?

Is it because I’m ‘not all there’?

Do you think I’m a freak?

Or a nut?

Or a loon?

That I’ll howl like a wolf when it’s next a full moon?

You try to avoid me.

You think that I’m dangerous.

Do you think that the illness I have is contagious?

Poem: A mind in limbo

I see your anguish and  i hear your pain.

Both in your eyes and on your voice.

Its has changed you completely.

To someone who wants to hide.

You listen to woman who gave bad advice.

Believing their tales and stories.