A LITTLE MID-LIFE MEDITATION

I am out of words to say. My pen is poised in mid-air, with no angst or delighted surprise to push it to write. I am coasting in the calm waters of everyday, rocked only mostly by some fussy child or chores left undone. Sometimes, boredom sets in and that agitates my sails a bit.Continue reading “A LITTLE MID-LIFE MEDITATION”

ODE TO WILDFLOWERS (for Poetry Jam)

Wildflowers bloom where they are in places where no one dare to be in rocks and crags, in sun or shade in well trod paths, in places nobody sees. They need no care, no pampering except that which nature supplies They’ll plant their roots and they will grow whether they’re met by cheers or sighs.Continue reading “ODE TO WILDFLOWERS (for Poetry Jam)”