Category Archives: Poetry

If to be alive has value

If to be alive has value to experience to see your mortality then a person of accumulating years and loosening mind is worthy for us to engage :- Doug.

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loosed of her mind

Where can the person by Alzheimer’s loosed of her mind take us if we let loose of our needs? Is there some place more profound than we know? :- Doug.

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an old friend

It’s not unsafe to acknowledge a stranger across the room as an old friend. :- Doug.

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Do you ever get

When you peel and peel Do you for ever get Onion? :- Doug.

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Hope usually limits?

Hope usually limits Almost as much as despair? :- Doug.

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Poetry is possibility?

Poetry is possibility? is limits? guessing births? meeting infinity? transcending self? :- Doug.

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Dentist office

Dentist office waiting room mother showing child a drawing toy together shaping creating the man in the boy :- Doug.

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Alzheimer’s stage

Maybe Alzheimer’s is not a disease A stage of human development Beyond :- Doug.

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O redbud

O redbud color shape indeterminate like you the larger pointing :- Doug.

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the color of the redbuds O?

What is that color of the redbuds O? purple, red, I do not know invites the eye, the spirit, and then it’s gone :- Doug.

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we set fruit

We flower, we leaf, we set fruit we shed our leaves, our seeds sprout we wither, we die, we go on :- Doug.

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My brokenness

My brokenness is my art :- Doug.

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the voice for the soul of this community

I see we can be the voice for the soul of this community. :- Doug.

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What it takes is what we do

Meeting with clients calling the plumber alone trying to figure out something what it takes is what we do— engaging life :- Doug.

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Mary Jo died this morning

Mary Jo died this morning another string is severed like when my parents died again and more we float free :- Doug.

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Conversation is art

Conversation is art not present in explaining it only in its doing :- Doug.

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or it is absence

Presence is receptive Or it is absence :- Doug.

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