
My Poetry and Prose Blogology




Three Superpowers
“this divine therapy shaped me well—
three indomitable powers of time
molded into water, ice, and wind…”



A Raven’s Haunt
“an unkindness of dreary—obscure ravens
preach precariously upon my pitiful perch “

Lest We Forget
“in the end—we realize we never noticed the beauty
—because we were too busy trying to create it “

Learning to Listen
“if you become lodged in cracks of despair
learn to listen to your quiet spirit’s guide
and it will bind you to a warmer paradise”

An Impending Storm
“I seem to recall a similar cauldron of desperation
again—it feels like an immense storm is brewing”

Be The Now
“peacemakers are artists of time
sculpting the present moment
as they brush over drab melancholy”
Photo and inspiration courtesy of my friend Rod Sorenson rcoakley.com




Life is Hard
“long after all my enraged eruptions end
earthquake shudders soften into silence
penetrating diamonds of harsh hails hush”
Photo and inspiration courtesy of Charlie Lansche— lastchancegallery.com


My Only Home
“evil minions of the grey and cold rule
within my hideout of emotional numbing
absorbing the season’s warmth and kindness”


What’s In a Name
“lakes paint living beauty
from soft palettes of peace
they reflect abundant life
embraced within circles
they nourish or preserve”
Photo Courtesy of Rod Sorenson— rcoakley.com

Finding Poetry in My Depression
“and now—after many long—scribbled out years
stumbling over words with my heavenly creator
I have finally learned to humbly deal with it—
even through all its unexpected ebbs and flows”