So Wounded

So Wounded


So
Lively a
Woman, no one
Could compare to her
Feeling gifts of the World
Around her, carrying her through life.

She
Did not
Expect to lose
Herself, to a man
Only wanted to share life
With one, and to feel complete

Sad
She found
Much too late
The beast had her
Its shiny cloak did hide
Dark and blackened, jealous soul within

She
Did flee
Her last treasure
Torn from mother’s arms
Sharp barbs and arrows chasing
As her child receded into darkness

So
Time did
Call hopes name
And light’s champions came
Bringing back to broken princess
Strength from her sweet child’s touch


Ken Goree


This is the "other side of the same coin," referring to yesterday's poem.  

Which Way?

Which Way?


Which way
Will you pass
When Sanity opens
A black pit at your feet?

Will pride
Arrogance and
Stubborn nature
Keep you from
Recognizing truth
In Friend’s words

Would that
Your ears heard
Truth untwistable
Rather than reform
Message
Into mutation that
Tears sanity with
Jagged, pestilent claws

Is there any light
Clear, bright light
Which could pierce
Your clouded Hell
To chase away
Whispering demons
And let you see
The chains
You have forged
To trap your sanity.


Ken Goree


I know, this is a bit darker. When you have a friend that is mentally ill, it is a challenge, no matter what. When their illness causes them to do evil things it is even worse. If they won't get medicated, you can extend a hand to try to help them up, but it will keep getting bitten. At least, that is my experience. So, if you see me with a bandage on my hand, you'll know I tried again.

Comforting Light

Comforting Light


The moon
Follows us all
The young
Know it

Her cool
Clear light
Illuminates
Our paths

Her crystal
Radiance
Promises to stir
Open hearts

Her twinkling
Presence
Gives wings
To our dreams


Ken Goree


I don’t know what just triggered the memory, but I just had a flashback to when my son was little; probably three-years-old.  We were driving one clear night, when suddenly he shouted, “Crash!”  It took me a few minutes to switch my mind back into “kid mode,” (I was an accountant in those days).  Eventually, I realized that as we drove it looked to the child’s eye like the moon was speeding along with us.  However, when we passed a cluster of fir trees it appeared to him that the moon had crashed into them.  I had to pull over and laugh.

I know it doesn’t exactly fit the poem, but it got me rolling.

Thus far

Thus far


So often I’ve found
That as much as I have learned
I still know nothing


Ken Goree


I know this is not a new thought, not even close, but I do have far too many moments when I realize the truth contained here.  Wouldn’t it be fun to someday realize that I have it all figured out?  

The Zoo

The Zoo



Rabid curiosity
All
Excited interest
For
Tentative Peeks
or
Furtive glances
At
Wild beasts
and
Savage animals
while
Jumping excitedly
Thus
Spying animatedly
Then
Happily seeing
And
Knowingly acknowledging



Ken Goree

I took my kids (students) to the Woodland Park Zoo, today.  I had the craziest few in my group … dang, what fun!  You get the biggest bang for your buck with those guys.  They don’t hold back when they tell you what they feel, or what they are excited about, or how they wish they were a monkey, or, ”I wonder what it tastes like when the gorillas eat their own barf.”  Yes, that is quoting a kid.  Like I always say, “No blood, no fowl.”  Yes, I meant to spell it that way.  Seriously, there was no blood, but one gave another a bruise and narrowly missed taking out her eye when he was trying to point out the Gaboon Viper, to me.  Why she was standing that close to a viper, I have no idea.