come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
a dog is barking at a tree.
a bird is chirping on the leaves
the sun is glistening through the tree
the tree branches waves through the breeze
in silence, life is celebrated
as it does when life is liberated
for the earth, our chess board
as we navigate blindly forward.
2.23.2024
I vividly recall
I was visiting a house
next to the house
I had loved so much.
wooden walls surrounded
a small back yard,
a hammock between old grand trees
and a wooden table in the middle.
soft breeze blew
Glistening sunlight trickled
through diamonds of tree leaves.
even though this was a dream
from my memory almost 10 years ago,
I am delighted it is with me now
for it was one of the happiest moment
I had lived.
5.11.2023
brush of a fresh air with morning breeze
glistening sunrise in a crystal drop of dew
calmly, cautiously stretching branches of trees
whimpering of dogs on grass buds with poo
crisply ironed white-blue blanketing the sky
within it, the march of a Spring is nigh
3.21.2022
“from ash to ash”
it’s the only words I remember
from that one lazy afternoon
as the sunset refracted in the mirror
hung on a door next to a post-it note
like the moon hung on an azure summer sky
shining through a sun window
like the lush tree branches humming in waves
the words imprinted in a lonesome memory
imploring the meaning yet unknown
had I known the path I’ve chosen
were filled with such bitter tears
just to see that smile under the sunrise
I may still walk the same walk I’d taken
perhaps, maybe with less weight, because
we are all alone in the end.
3.5.2022
I stared at the sky for a moment
clear blue sky laid up there silently
gently wind breezes by through
tree branches swinging gently
side by side
Yellowed tree leaves were falling
flip-flopping mid-air
slowly, but surely it fell down
to the concrete street along with
other leaves.
I walked across the street,
wondering how many weeks
have gone by since the day
I still cherish in my heart.
11.11.2021
I need a vacation.
Bitterness in the face of an old glory told
over and over again, renewed
promises of beginnings
I just need to go. Exploding out of this confined space, flaming
every idea with new places. But
an oath had been made under an
Oak tree, far, far long ago.
It’s the reason I must shut
open my eyes in this blizzard of
sharp truths, sameness, and thirst
in spite of
betrayals, disappointments, and accusations.
Remember me not. For I am but one of many struggling souls.
Remember me. For I will arise from this ash.
4.3.2019
Ralph with Coffee 