Usual corporate life, and then the life changed with an accident…

This is my third installment of observations for the first two see them at the links at the end of this one.

A poem that explores the idea that when two people are talking there are really six people present: the person as they see themselves, the person as they’re seen by the other person, and the person as they really are. I took this idea a step further here by including the third person observer in the perspectives given (and suggesting a fourth).

Observations of decomposition of a log found in a temperate forest.

These are just the musings of an old person who is deluded into thinking he possibly understands anything.

I wrote this poem during a time when the lives of myself and my family were going through a wonderous transition.
We had endured many years of terrible pain and anguish but then our lives took a positive turn,( we had not long moved to a new area) and found ourselves feeling for the first time in many years a sense of peace and calm.

Spring and nature on the front porch.

A question about what would you do, if?

A haiku.

On the outside, this friend appeared to be confident, and showed an attitude of apathy towards anybody who thought negatively of him.