thoughts

Just Maybe

just maybe, there was something i missed

as a child, caught between happy moments

and sometimes being scared

just maybe, i longed for someone

to take notice, and to interact with me

and not be so busy

maybe, the early years

 would have been different

just maybe..

                                                                                                                        r gould

 

 

 

poem

Friends in High Places

in the simple life I live, some days that is

i explore and look around

last week they caught my eye

and this is what i found..

small enough

to nestle in a flower

and sit contently for hours

maybe it was peering eyes of the intruder

that gave reason for hesitation

to leave it’s place of safety

on the high place

of a hollyhock plant…

r gould

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poem

Simple Pleasures

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simple pleasures

that so easily come

digging in the earth

the feeling of dirt

on my hands…

I do not take it lightly

what my body can do

for with aging, my bones

feel  not, exactly new…

but as long as I see  beauty

in the simplicity of my day

it will keep my outlook healthy

to handle what comes my way..

rgould