Each of Us is a gift whether we like it or not depends upon the extent of a process called unwrapping. -1976
Musings of a High School Poet in the 1970’s
Thoughts flow within me Like an endless stream Drifting past the forest pines Touching the very heart of my soul Revealing my innermost dreams Making me free as a butterfly. My thoughts dance to the music of the wind in the trees the songs of the birds and the roar of waterfalls. Suddenly -- a storm crashes through Blocking out my peace with broken Dreams thundering inside me, Haunting memories flashing past like lightning Tears are raining upon my Peaceful, happy thoughts. The stream is now a broken mirror reflecting shattered images broken promises and a broken self. I hear music........ My soul is filling with harmony After each storm I gain new meaning and expression Yet my innermost dreams are still clinging While my rainbow of thoughts stretches Through my soul and beyond Glowing radiantly until -- I burst and feel and can be The inner me.
— Word Nerd, 1976
Nature speaks softly slowly Thru growth of stemmed treasure strength found in newborn deer Producing a Word. Nature speaks softly slowly Thru graceful movement of gentle waters greenery of a woodland Producing a sentence. Nature speaks softly slowly Thru shedding of multi-colored tears disappearance of earth's fine friends Producing a paragraph. Nature speaks softly slowly Thru sparkling white flakes ice hard as stone Has man failed to read? ---1976 Word Nerd
As I stare outside At a snowy world, I see an assembly Of stone people. With frostbitten hearts They communicate in drifts Blowing bitter snowflakes And cold pardon-me's. Noon The sun people come forth. A battle begins. The blanket of snow melts Revealing a struggle against yet harder stone The stone people never give up They point their icy wand of Rejection-blocking out Sunset The sun people are sunk The stone ones have won. Left to project at themselves They shout of fortune and gain Standing so proud In their snowy environment Their eyes feast upon much Their hearts yet of stone Existing --- 1976 Word Nerd