Introspective Insights

Introspective - adj: Examining sensory and perceptual experiences. Insight - n: The capacity to discern the true nature of a situation.

Poetry Jam

Megan over at Sorta Crunchy is celebrating the last day of National Poetry Month and I though I would join in the fun. Be sure to check out her favorite poem by clicking here.

Here are some of my own poems written over the last few years. I’m not great with naming these things, but have tried to name them something.

Coffee Shop Confessions

As I sit in my corner vantage point in Waterstreet
I see caricatures of reality
A snowflake etched in glass
A love letter in a handkerchief
A copper sun on the ceiling
A poet in the corner

It quiets as they all leave
Serenity pours out of the speakers
What seen before me is reality?

Everyday Chaos

Incessant chatter, word upon word
My participation wanes
Until I become a catatonic observer


Clearing black sky
Clouds floating away
The Cheshire cat moon smiling
Twinkling light in the distance
The crisp night ahead of us

To Write

Books, books, and more books!
How I long to read them all
Lose myself in the pages
Experience what I don’t in life
Be happy that I don’t have that life!
Read about great truths for eternal knowledge
Read silliness and laugh
Look at pictures and wonder
My desire to drink it all in, all the time!
To become part of the book, whether truth or fiction

But to write a book –
So much harder to do
But necessary to understand and reflect on life
Difficult to express the mundane in the pages
To be unleashed, to write at will!
Whether it be serious, scholarly or just plain trite.
What good is it?
What purpose is served?

My random thoughts fill this space
This page that may hold the complexities of my mind
Or the experience of existence.
Where am I going?
I started out asking this question
And know nothing more here.

Purple pen gliding over the pages
As I listen to the chatter in the cafe
Do they know how loud they are?
Mixing into a stream of confusion
Some voices standing out in random patterns
“The trees are pretty,” says the father to the daughter
“I stopped by and saw it,” the loud man on the couch

Kitchen topics with my love
We are here together
We share our thoughts –
Our perspective –
Our experience

My thoughts blend with the din –
Rising and falling –
Until silent

My pen is stopping
I’ve read this randomness and strangely
I am happy