a conversation

and then

she was gone

my senses alive

with what is left with me

difficult to not always want more

empty space holds desire

I find your heart

water in the desert

I hold your hand

I pull it close

we walk together

down a road

without direction

making our own map

as we go

you’ve lifted my heart

my hand rests upon your hip

almost inside your skin

I cannot see the path

my feet keep pulling me ahead

I move forward because

I believe in us

it may be unknown

but we can make it

what we want it to be

I know this in my heart

your hand in mine

what lies ahead

is shielded

by the beams

of beauty

that is here today

and the beauty of what is

now

in these moments

is all that matters

the future will unfold as it will

words (2015), photos (2019)


Covered in Time

your first pass was unknowing

brave and reckless

knowledge and experience are not the same

time assails all hearts

scars scatter behind

foundations form from laughter and pain

sing the songs to the tune behind your eyes

seeking to unlock freedom born with you

that has been covered in the sands of time

snow settles in
jbp – Dec 2019

Lone Leaf

this cold bright morning

has me following a lone leaf

with crisped edges 

scratching the pavement

as it tumbles down the street

has it lost its way 

as autumn is chased away

by winter’s winds

I hope it finds a settling place

and warmth in togetherness

11.30.19 (irp)

Keep It Close

all the leaves have turned and fallen

winds have shifted

spring’s rebirth feels distant

love is woven in the heart

rooted in the past

growing from the present

as aromas waft through the home 

keep it close

those near and far, here and gone


a reminder from Thanksgiving 2012 – It is easy to get trapped in our ordinary routines and the countless small frustrations we face each day. In doing this we often keep ourselves from appreciating all we have and overlook where we should really be spending our energy. I am a consistent offender of allowing myself to  be bogged down by the “small stuff” and forgetting the big picture. I work on this everyday and with Thanksgiving arriving it serves as a reminder to take some extra time – enjoy what we have and be thankful.

Calendar Pages

recent dawns have her bound in chains newly linked

an innocent young spirit has begun to shrink

I promise to not let her drown

even as I’m sinking down

I keep feeling I should be further down this road

leaving mistakes strewn among the miles strode

my head is filled with words of song

that dreams have written all night long

if I ink them on the page or sing them out

will that alleviate pain and doubt

I live my days

learning to use the love you gave

believing what happens has some reason

keeps me moving from season to season

birches in the back
Lincoln Woods, Lincoln, RI

Paths

a funnel once wide took it all in

now empties into destined urns

thru holes that remain from the bullets of time

draining much of what had pooled inside

just before mornings light

memories in ashes can be seen

like petals strewn on dead end walks

intended to not be gathered

they mark a path yet taken

this past is for another

as mine was for me

hope renews

city trees
Boston, MA