Earth Grounding Deep On Aged Limestone: Haiku

My feet rest cool on
limestone, miles deep, eons old.

I think I’m grounded.

My feet rest on stone,

miles deep, millions of years old.

I think I’m grounded.

The Writer’s Drive, Or Not: Blogging Free Verse

I’m certain there is
much to say,
deep thoughts to share,
intelligent insights to expose
and uncover.

Right now,
I don’t know what they are,
I don’t know where they are,
and I don’t know
if I want to even find them.

I’ve been long away,
but today I stepped outside,
connecting inside.

No inventory
of where you’ve been, what you’ve done?
You’ll soon go nowhere.

With no direction/
towards perfection, I just/
stumble and bumble.

So many of my/
best memories feature you./
I wish to make more.

When you write about/
feeling bad, you miss feeling/
all God’s joy and peace.

It’s easy to get/
insulted. You just decide/
that you want to be.

Women stand in my
past and now, witness to my
dumb interference.

I’ve offered thoughts,
unrequested. If it’s not
my business, why speak?