In olden times,

Jokes were readily understood.

Misconceptions, ...

Home,

Is a private place.

A safe haven, ...

Dancing under grey skies,

To silent songs.

Welcoming the world, ...

Tranquility floating along.

Waiting to be felt,

Among drifting clouds. ...

A few understand notes.

I envy them,

For it’s an unknown, ...

Camouflaged and free,

Hiding in nature’s green.

Coffee mug in hand, ...

Dangling flowers,

Pretending to be lamps.

Scratched wooden beams ...

When dusk descends, and

The sky to orange turns,

It’s time to behold, ...

External recognition.

Is fraught with tiny,

Invisible black holes. ...

Today feels happy.

Playing music,

In a field of green, ...

In childhood,

Everything looked big.

I used to look up in awe, ...

Being alone or lost,

Is part of the journey.

Yet like all things, ...

Journeys often don’t end,

When we get off the train.

But we’re taught to think so. ...

In my youth,

Self-complexity appealed.

Seeming mysterious and deep, ...

A strange day,

When belief calmly sleeps,

Yet light finds a way, ...

Yesterday’s art,

Is now gone.

A distant memory, ...

Some farmers,

Create beautiful art.

One only need look, ...

A few unexpected,

Caring words,

Are often the best gift, ...

Aging is a dilemma.

One can choose to be useful

In creative ways, ...

Genuine growth starts at zero.

It requires tranquility,

Patience, humility, and more. ...