Our Mind Is the Limit

Category: Poetry

  • Short, Short Story

    Ordinarily I would have felt mild disdain for the woman with a valley where her waistband pinched into her enormous stomach because how could anyone neglect her body to that degree, but instead my eyes filled with tears as I watched her whimper her way out of the vet’s office holding a carrier which contained only a worn blankie. I wanted to give her…

  • A Leaf’s Final Dance

    In the middle of the end of autumn, I lay on my back in the soft blanket of fallen leaves coating the forest floor and looked up at the oaks and the maples, who were mostly undressed. Each time the air whispered its secrets to them and to the birds and to me, dozens of light yellow…

  • Sitting on a Park Bench

    Sitting on a Park Bench

    A lone maple leaf detaches from its life source, fluttering down into the pond to join its fallen friends already soft and brown with decay, the first casualties of an inexorable winter rapidly approaching. A fish hides in the leaf’s shade and nibbles off a snack. A bigger fish lurks deeper, hungry. The leaf fed…

  • Poems for Buddy and Rigs

    Poems for Buddy and Rigs

    Buddy When sunlight hits his golden coat, reflecting the divine, It makes me feel so fortunate to know that he is mine. I pause to soak in all the light reflecting off his coat, He looks into my eyes and sets my human heart afloat. He’s humble, shy, and caring and he shows it with…

  • Rain Cloud Mind

    Rain Cloud Mind

    My mind’s a rain cloud, soaring high, Its thoughts descending, passing by, Creating ripples in the pools, Of memories past, unneeded tools. In every droplet, every thought, A giant universe is caught. Its creatures live a billion years, To us it’s just ’til my head clears. The smallest drop, a bright idea, Reminds my nose…

  • Reflections

    Reflections

    Windows to different worlds No two the same Interpreting reality Contorted, beautified Two ocean suns merge The bottom more vibrant Than the one above Yet not as real What seems real Is just another reflection Of what, who knows An infinite number of reflections Into eternity, the source lost Memories of feelings More real than…

  • Morning

    Morning

    The first trace of day appears on the horizon, a dim, surreal pink conflating with the dark blues of the atmosphere, breeding an ephemeral tinge of beauty. A low-hanging cloud begins to glow a slowly brightening red, then orange, from its edges to its heart, and a white-throated sparrow awakens from his slumber, whistling his…

  • The Symphony of Life

    The Symphony of Life

    He sat with his back to the tree, eyes closed, listening. There was only the music of the forest, the summer breeze tickling the leaves which shimmered back and forth, waving at their guest below, welcoming him to their protective canopy. The songbirds chirped from the swaying treetops, and in the distance a woodpecker battered…

  • City Wanderer

    City Wanderer

    A lone man wanders through the streets From horns and lights his mind retreats His thoughts are with the flowing streams That each night occupy his dreams The busy people looking down Fingers typing, a slight frown The smiling man might have no home His spirit, though, is free to roam

  • Sad Girl

    Sad Girl

    She sat in the straw chair by the screen window looking over the ocean with her eyes out of focus, her mind elsewhere. What seemed so beautiful, so serene yesterday seemed empty today. Yesterday the sunlight shimmering off the salt water in the bay tickled her eyes and her brain with pleasure. Today the same…