ID

Poetry like psychoanalysis
Takes us each to different places
It takes us from the superficial
Deep into that first initial
Realization of the self
That takes us on the path to wealth
Of knowledge about what’s inside
Hang on for some it’s quite a ride

Free Ride

If you won two free plane tickets, where would you go?

To Ireland a homeland, a land of sand and sea and mountains and green. A land of love and hate and hope and fate. A land of ancestry and famine and lore and destiny. A land of lore.

Look!

Such a tepid response
By all those ensconced
In the wonder of Mother Nature
Her amazing display
Of each returning day
Is worth our attention for sure

tHartigan

A Matter of the Heart

Between a rock and a hard place
Stuck just trying to save face
You cannot undo their uttered words
No matter how inappropriate and absurd
Yet still your love goes so much deeper
For some reason they are a keeper?

tHartigan