Poetry
Standing in the Open Door of a Train Watching the Countryside (a poem)
An old and nostalgic memory
A poem in variable meter and semi-free verse. Written in the spirit of not being bound by strict convention. To be read aloud, as always.
Standing in the Open Door of a Train, Watching the Countryside Roll By
India, ages ago.… Read the rest
Simply Extraordinary (a poem)
Part of your wisdom portfolio
In the style of a Shakespearean sonnet. Recite it aloud!
Simply Extraordinary
I see how I often complicate things,
In the quagmire of thoughts, I lose the plot;
Too many options and layers and rings,
I second-guess myself into a knot.… Read the rest
Where Does It Feel Like Home? (a poem)
Emanations of the Philosophy of Life Instinct
Read the poem aloud, dear reader, and you’ll find a rhythm and enjoy it more than reading it silently.
Where Does It Feel Like Home?
My eyes open in pretty Interlaken at dawn
The hotel’s been lovely, and two days gone
It’s beautiful like many places we roam
But why does none of them feel like home?… Read the rest
On Dodging the Bullets of Anger and Fear (a poem)
Part of your Wisdom Portfolio
(Please recite aloud slow as you can with the cadence —
di-dum di-dum di-dum di-dum di-dum.)
Dodging the Bullets of Anger and Fear
Whenever I see my rage arise afar,
I show it out my mind’s door ajar.… Read the rest
