Guidance

Onwards-
Never turning back
discovering
soggy shoes
enchantment
a forgotten path

I would rather lose myself going on
Than lose myself turning back
but somehow I always come out
almost where I thought.

Circles of Thought

The other night I was doodling a geometric design (a rare occurrence, believe me) and I discovered this lurking in the back of my mind...

If I find a thousand circles of thought-
six legged
hiding in my mind
are they bumblebees or ladybugs?
I color them fractal
a tangent will thrust
unexpected appendages
all over the graph
I maze them
with glee
among solid slices of pi
interrupted.

The Forest

Just another little couplet. Maybe it should be in with the "flower verses", or maybe I should save it for a bigger poem, but I like brevity.


The forest
on the edge of spring is
A child
on the verge of waking