Life is the Same Yet Different


This is Maine, weather will change in 10 minutes

This is Maine, weather will change in 10 minutes

We judge from what we see
without rose-colored glasses
within our tiny world
that which does not affect us
things that do not impact our lives…
invisible to most.

Nor-easter building

Nor-easter building

Our life’s routines have dug trenches
walls blocking our view,
we are unaware of our surroundings …
those things far off beckoning us to dream
some close enough to reach out and touch…
if we could only look up, look out, and see.

Early morning at camp.

Early morning at camp.

My view of life is always the same
yet it is always different…
each morning changes from day-to-day
month-to-month, season-to-season.
I have shed the shackles of mundaneness
breached the trenched walls
and see there is life to live.

Fish are waitin', my tip-ups I'm baiten'!

Fish are waitin’, my tip-ups I’m baiten’!

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Dreary Setting


In response to a prompt from clownponders.wordpress.com

Cold and wet walk down the aisle
a perfect marriage of discomfort
as dark angry clouds send
large cold drops catching all
who dare to challenge
chilling everything to the bone,
loud crisp booms of thunder
rattle the brain and
magnesium white bolts burn eyes.

Sanctuary compromised…
dampness permeates bedding,
the tattered cat hair covered coat
laying on the worn out couch
an unpleasant option
and the large branch scrapes across
the corrugated metal roof
while dancing the jitter-bug
to the never-ending wind-song.

Burnt pizza remnants on oven walls
a reminder of bills unpaid…
no forgiveness, no heat, no hot water
as bare wood floors befriend the elements
turning a cold shoulder
and the smell of damp dirty laundry
accompanied by an over full litter box
and the pungent smell of days old garbage
offends the senses.

My Winter’s Friend


My Winter’s Friend

Like white clouds viewed from above
stretching as far as the eye can see
puffy balls of cotton inviting
a playground for our imaginations
bringing back memories of our childhood dreams.

Older now… we still see
images of things pleasing
bringing smiles as we stare
finding refuge from the days toils.

A wintry landscape shows… revealing
white blankets… soft pillows
enhancing all it surrounds
a playground for our imaginations
memories and desires given new life.

A welcome mat,  inviting all
so many ways to immerse one’s self
in the opportunities it offers.
The feel of its sting as it caresses us
a reprieve from the summer heat…
my winter friend… snow.