You Must be This High to Ride

>> 9.29.2009

The photo displayed a lovely
woman with hand held
up measuring the distance
between earth and sky.

Below were the words
“You must be this high
to ride.” Not so different
from the States, I thought.

Then a trumpeting roar
came calling upon my ears
and with it, the realization,
that pachyderm wasn’t

fiberglass, but living, breathing,
trumpeting, and possibly
very upset. It was ALIVE!

I think I’ll skip the ride,
but thank you all the same.



I Remember

>> 9.26.2009

(For my Mom, Charlotte)

I remember
your voice singing, a lullaby perhaps,
the melody of you surrounded me
and I knew
everything would be all right

I remember
your hand clasping mine, guiding
me safely through life’s chaos
and I knew
everything would be all right

I remember
your touch soothing the tears
of youthful anguish
and I knew
everything would be all right

I remember
your glistening eyes meeting mine
as I walked toward marriage
and I knew
everything would be all right

I remember
your voice raised in righteous anger
when that marriage dissolved
and I knew
everything would be all right

And I know
when your time on Earth is nearly
finished, it will be your hand in mine
that reminds me someday
we will reunite in the ever-after,
and then, again,
everything will be all right.


Ancient Song

>> 9.22.2009

As the last kiss of night waltzes
with dawn’s light across the melancholy
sky, shimmering fog hovers, masking
the forest eternal in blanketed silence.

A blur crosses visual periphery as one denizen
of this wild abode sneaks homeward from nightly
revel. No populace, no towering concrete nor steel.

No overrun of vehicular smog, no noise, just still
surround. Above, a canopy of wild green dripping
condensate; below, leaf pack muffling this visitor’s
progress and behind, solitary footprints. Ahead,

a tunnel leads to a secret place. Glimmering light
guides this seeker through encompassing woods,
each step one closer to a singular miracle. Sudden

arrival stutters the breath into a duet with the soughing
breeze rippling all around. My sanctuary, nature's chapel,
a grove of old ones encircles a clearing, a woodland
garden ablaze, a firestorm in red, and a stream singing

an ancient song to guide this seeker home.


Shameless Promotion

>> 9.21.2009

One of my poems, Tasting Truth, has been selected for inclusion in's selected poetry for this quarter.  I'm very proud of this as I am in the company of very good poets.  I hope you take time to check out the offerings on  If you like poetry, this is the place to come and read some of the best on the Web.  (Of course, I might be just a tad prejudiced, hhhmmmm?)


The Raging Sun

>> 9.15.2009

Dreams slip blindly
into the raging sun
of mind and heart.

Pieces of hope,
wishes pierced
from memory past,
into the future,
heart’s desire,
love enraged,
hate disarmed.

Each night dreaming
into day’s dawning.

Entreating, hoping
no more leaving.
Fighting, hating,
partnership dissolving.
Love absconding,
aloneness stealing
around my door.

Dreams die hard
in the raging sun.

(Photo courtesy of stock.xchng:



>> 9.11.2009

Conceived in hate, birthed in terror,
thousands died; everyday ordered lives
tumbled down, disintegrating
into corruption-tainted shards leaving
only sorrow-storms, hollowed hearts
and shattered trust

2 billion watched this Nation’s
innocence destroyed; bore witness
while our tattered dreams fell
amongst the smoke and rubble,
now haunted by the never-to-be forgotten;
co-joined survivors living the aftermath


9/11 - The Anniversary

Here we are again, 9/11 - the anniversary of the day America lost her innocence.

For so long, we thought we were immune, or perhaps exempt from the tragedies that are felt around the world, sometimes every day. We thought terrorism was something that happened to someone else, that our borders were sovereign and inviolate. We, like most children, believed ourselves invincible, perhaps immortal.

We were wrong.

It was a very rude awakening and like most awakenings, it was full of pain and sorrow and loss. The loss of loved ones, the loss of innocence, the loss of faith in ourselves, in our government, in our world-view. Once lost, innocence can never be reclaimed. We have seen the shadow; we have felt the chill touch of mortality. We realize that we aren't invincible, untouchable.

Today is the day to remember those who have gone before us; those who have lived and died for every freedom, every privilege we experience and sometimes take for granted.  Today is a day to mourn their loss, to celebrate their lives, and to rejoice in our wondrous freedom.  Today is a day to remember just what those sacrifices have gained, and what we stand to lose should we ever forget. 

When was the last time you actually read the Declaration of Independence, or the Constitution, or even the Bill of Rights?  Do you even remember?  Maybe it's time to renew your acquaintance with them. 

That's one of the things I plan to do today.  I'm going to re-read them, renew myself within those amazing words.  Then, I'm going to light a candle before saying a prayer - one of thankfulness for those who have gone before and for those who still fight.  For those still fighting, I hope my candle becomes one of many to shine against the darkness, a beacon to guide them safely home once more.


Just some thoughts . . .

>> 9.10.2009

I hope everyone in the U.S. enjoyed a wonderful Labor Day holiday.  I took some extra time in addition.  So while I've been on vacation this week, I have spent a lot ot time working on family history.  Several of the family members have been working on tracing our common ancestry.  It's very easy to get lost in it .  It's also amazing what is available online much of which is courtesy of the LDS Family Center.  With so many records now available on the Internet, most of the time you no longer have to travel just to find something.  It's still time-consuming to dig through everything, but it's very gratifying to find each piece.  Like filling in a giant puzzle or solving a mystery.

For anyone who would like to read the short story "For the Love of Lily" as a single, revised posting,  check out A Cup of Words - The Journal.  The Journal is the blog site for our writer's group, so you will see postings from several members of our group.  For those of you who enjoy poetry, you might also check out Timeless Lyrical Ephemera which features poetry from different members.


Snippet, now titled: For the Love of Lily

>> 9.04.2009

“We were in a boat accident.”

Caro found it suddenly very hard to swallow. “We?”

He closed his eyes, then jerked his head downward. “My wife and son, and I.”

“What happened?”

“We were on vacation, taking the boat out. Some kids lost control of their boat and rammed us. They had been hot-dogging, just being kids, you know.”

“Your wife and son?”

“They didn’t make it.”

“I’m so sorry.”

He nodded in acknowledgement. “I hit my head on something, don’t really know what. When I woke in the hospital, everything was dark. It stayed that way until about six months ago.”

“What happened then?”



His lips twisted into a smile. Not a happy one, but a smile none-the-less. “My sister decided that I needed a companion and tricked me into taking her. She told me that she was the runt of the litter and if no one took her, she would be sent to the pound.”

“She didn’t?”

“Oh, yes she did. My sister’s ruthless when she want to be, and she’d decided that it was time for me to face the living.”

“So what did you do?”

The smile this time was a true one, reflected in the clear blue of his eyes. “I have Lily don’t I? Or, perhaps, she has me.”

She joined his laughter. “Oh, the latter, I’m sure. Seems like she has you exactly where she wants you.”

“Well, she’s entitled. When she first arrived, I wasn’t very happy about it. I mean, I couldn’t see, so how could I take care of a puppy. But, Kathleen, that’s my sister, wouldn’t take no for an answer. Truthfully, once she put Lily in my arms, I was a goner. She put her paws on my shoulders and reached up to touch her nose to mine and something inside me just melted.”

She smiled with him, but said nothing.

“The first six months were hard. I was trying to adapt, to take care of myself, then I had the responsibility for another being.”

When he didn’t say continue, she prompted him. “Well, what did you do?”

“Oh, sorry. I guess I was lost in darkness again.” He shook his head, straightened his shoulders, and went on with the story. “Well, I had to accept help and stop wallowing which is what my sister intended. I couldn’t very well let something happen to Lily because I couldn’t take care of her. So, my sister hired a person to help me. Strangely enough, about three months after I did that, my sight began to return. It was just a lightening of the darkness at first. Then flashes, and then one day, I could see. It was hazy, but as the doctor said, that was to be expected since it had been nearly two years since my eyes had worked.”

“What did you do?”

“What do you mean?”

“What was the first thing you did once you could see again? Did you read a book, go to the movies, meet with your sister?”

“Oh, okay. No, none of that.” He just smiled and looked down at Lily.

“Well, what was it?”

“I went outside and let Lily show me around the backyard.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh.” She clasped her hands over her heart and looked down at Lily as well, then said, “Well, Lily, what did you do?”

Lily cocked her head to one side, seemed to think about it, then grumbled out her answer. The both laughed at the dog who seemed to be trying to speak to the humans.

Caro turned back to Kieren and asked, “How long until it was back to normal?”

“My vision, or my life?” he laughed. “’Cause with Lily, I’m certain my life will never be normal again.” Lily grinned and slurped a kiss across his hand. “My vision’s still a little wonky at times. I’m very light sensitive, hence the sunglasses at dawn. I have to stay out of the full sun yet, but the doctor says that will probably change with the seasons.”

“For everything there is a season.”

He nodded, “Yes, and now my season of darkness is at an end. All because of a sister who wouldn’t give up, even though I nearly had.”

“And, Lily. Her love showed you the way.”

“Oh, yes. But for the love of Lily, I’d still be there fumbling around in the dark, or else I’d have given up completely.”

Lily crooned. When they looked down at her, they saw her eyes looking out over the bay. They both turned just in time to see the sun crown the horizon and cast off the lingering darkness.


About This Blog

The name for this blog was inspired by a quote by Nietzsche, below.

"Dancing in all its forms cannot be excluded from the curriculum of all noble education; dancing with the feet, with ideas, with words, and, need I add that one must also be able to dance with the pen?" ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

I plan on this being the start of an incredible journey of discovery and creativity. I invite you to bring your pen, and come dance with me!


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