Day 290: Morning Muse

I woke up to the wonderful sight that inspired today’s poem. If ever any evidence was needed that I married well…

Morning Muse

Day 134; Salty Dog

My bride and I got up early this morning and drove to one of the more secluded stretches of beach with our dog to watch the sunrise. It’s hard to say which of the three of us enjoyed the experience more.

Salty Dog

Day 126: To Be Nocturnal

And we’re back to our regularly scheduled poetry!

My part time job as of late has had me staying up later than I’m used to and as a result sleeping in later than I would like to compensate. It’s a trade, as so many things are. Worthwhile so long as it’s in the pursuit of turning a dream into reality.

To Be Nocturnal

Day 171: Whisper

Life is a series of struggles and upsets. That’s what makes it living. We are characters in a story and stories where the characters never struggle are nothing more than daydreams of wish fulfillment and quite frankly, boring. It’s easy to forget to take our problems in stride, to let them overwhelm us. Every now and then though, something reminds us that life is good, problems and all.

Whisper

Day 13: The Dawning of Dusk

A poem about DARKNESS? How positively adolescent, right? Don’t worry, it’s not that kind of poem. It’s strange, the places you find hope and renew your passions. Last year taught me a lot about picking myself up after you fall and pushing onward. Difficult as all that was, I am grateful for the lessons.

The Dawning of Dusk