Splintered

Splintered

i remain offside
quietly listening to
others as they 
dig up dirt
verbally assaulting
one another for how
they approach issues
attacking them for
opinions that differ
maintaining my distance
by keeping my upper lip stiffer
so that I maintain
some sort of strength
to pick up the remains
when they are done playing
their judgmental games
so we don’t all end up
in the same log splitter.

—©g.a.meeder, 2017®

 

 

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Sanctuary


Sanctuary

on tiptoe we walked
as the breaking sun rays burst
forth opening up
a lush green cathedral of
redwoods chanting hymns for us.


—©g.a.meeder, 2017®

 

A Thief In The Night

A Thief In The Night

white halos dead straight
ahead flash like spotlights in
dense fog that has crept
wrapping itself around all
that breathes stealing their secrets

—©g.a.meeder, ®2017

 

 

 

 

Twilight Falls

Twilight Falls 

Sunbeams kiss day leaves

shimmering on lush reds, golds and russets

rippling like sun-streaked ocean waves at sunset

final rays of sunshine fade

vanishing into twilight

where celestial bodies sparkle and twinkle

awaiting the grand entrance of the moon

as she positions herself into the plush, black sky

bringing with her a mystical hush

that will silence the earth around her

leaving me alone in the world

to sit on the swing watching,waiting,

pondering inquisitively

in reverential awe

yearning for the first falling star

to leave behind its trail of cosmic dust…

—©g.a.meeder, 2017® 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eyes in The Clouds

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I took this photo the other day while we were on the back roads of Ohio…Amish country back roads. Discovered the eyes in the clouds as I perused my camera roll…And whatever you may believe or not believe this photo made me think of this old song from Steve Warnier…

                 “Eyes In The Clouds”—©g.a.meeder,2017®

 

 

 

 

 

Pack Of Lies

Pack of Lies

i had written the book

cover to cover on

the philosophy

with enough hard work in life

you could achieve anything

but it’s high time

to close that damned book

on American dreams

toss that poorly written

over rehearsed book

into that heap known as

file thirteen

because it’s nothing

but a pack of damned lies

and who would know

the storyline better

than the author

who never once

saw it come true

before her very eyes?

—©g.a.meeder, 2017®

Guilty As Charged

 

Guilty As Charged

I had to stop the noise
for it had become my failures
from which there had been
no pause for escape
so that I could settle
my scores of ill fate
hidden within human frailties
when I realized who are
we really competing up
or against?
all these imaginary battles
in this hard fought
but easily lost race
other than ourselves
and in that moment
I didn’t even recognize
until I wiped the
condensation off
the bathroom mirror
that it was the woman
in the mirror staring
back at me
with that harsh
judgmental look
upon her face…
—©g.a.meeder, 2017®