Revolving Shades of Blue

This collection of poetry dates sometime in 1978. I have deliberately kept them put away in a folder somewhere all of these years for reasons unknown even to me. When I was composing them, I felt the strength of my expression, a connection to something bigger than me: the Universe, I suppose. I wrote them in solitude, but I never really felt alone during the process. In the private interactions with my pen with paper, I had a sense of completeness even though the content may state otherwise. I lived in the present and was quite content for a period of time; though I did have trouble reconciling my private hobby with my experience in the world of work and socializing. Here I was, a 17-year-old high school dropout from a small town in Pennsylvania, carving out a living as an adult in the bustling city of San Francisco, California’s work-a-day world. A painfully shy individual with a monkey-see, monkey-do approach to adapt and get by. I watched and learned. I was quite imaginative. If I could see or imagine someone doing something, I could learn to do it myself if a situation required it of me. One thing, however, I could never visualize before now is this collection of poetry in print for others to read. Ideas of Nature in Doubt The simplicity of it all – Slight movements of the grass – Has no prejudice of the bumblebee, Who sits upon it with his class. I lay here and wonder what this is all about. Watching the grace of a butterfly and the strength of a tree, I sometimes live in doubt. Flowing constantly inside my brain, I have ideas of a human life… Some say I’ll surely go insane. Still contented in a simple way, It is just these word games you and I play That disrupts my sense of unity With the birth of each new day. We Will When When the sun forever shines the winter sky, We will learn how hearts live to die. When the moon turns the tide through the night, We will see clear beyond all fright. When the stars dance the East to the West, We will know why Jesus left to rest. When the streets are all longing to smile, We will lighten hearts all the while. When the steps to the doors are all closed, We’ll still climb – our love only grows. When the sun fails and redwoods fall down, We will feel its life from the sound. When the fog rolls in off the sea, We will dance alone, feeling free. When the clouds need to cover the moon, We will sweep away rust with love’s broom. When the stars are all glowing life, bright, We will walk straight, gifted, love’s light. # 15 Transition Maybe he won’t recognize me, Maybe he won’t see A love I buried deep inside, A love he once set free. Maybe he won’t look beyond My superficial soul And see my spirit seeking shelter Behind a mind’s control. A dream of love I once examined When I looked into his eyes, A dream where I could dwell forever, Not to be realized… Stopped by God, the glory blinding, He brought me to my knees… Dispersed his Angels all about me… His love became my dream. Although His touch is foreign, His voice somewhat unclear, A guiding Spirit, ever patient… Encouragement I hear.