Where are you, when you’re here?
Be present here. Be present now.
To Lay Me Down
Some days go by and my thoughts race and erase with the pace of fleeting time. Then there are days like today when I see things that are no longer in front of my eyes.
Wet Snow
As I made my way around town this morning, I marveled with the kids at the spectacle of the winter wonderland we passed through. The limbs all around us, bending low, to display their burden in…
Chris Caffery Friday 12-16-16
Chris Caffery with Trans-Siberian Orchestra, 2016
He Was There
Christmas Day 2016, my first Christmas without my Dad here
Whole Lotta Hoekstra
Smiling with a rock star
TSO Evening – Manchester 2016
Trans-Siberian Orchestra
Ghosts of Christmas Eve Winter Tour 2016.
Evening Show, SNHU Arena, November 26, 2016.
It Must Be, Lisa Lavie!
Lisa Lavie – Trans-Siberian Orchestra
SNHU Arena – Manchester, NH — November 26, 2016
Woods and the Rising Sun
Woods and the Rising Sun It’s always a treat to be outside to meet the morning sun. The woods are at their best even for an audience of one. #getoutside. #PhotoPoetry.
Happy Thanksgiving 2016
And I thought reflection in humility would serve well the left or the right.
Afternoon Light
But where would I rather be? If everyday this were mine to see.
Don't Let It Go
Holding the light. Never gets old.
More Than A View
I think a lot of people would be better served if they could sit here for a week, or even two. The isolation, creation so perfect, in thought and silence, would be better than we…
Sun in the Corner
The sun was setting on the distant horizon, with splendor that captured everyone’s eyes. But I noticed what it shone on, and noticing it’s beauty was truly my prize.
Autumn Rays
Some awake, and dread pins them to the warmth, a sigh instead of words to say. Then, another looks at morning, embracing, God has granted me another day!
Green Ceiling
Before the leaves turned, and before the weather changed, there was green. Along the trails, the sun lit the forest, worthy of being seen.
Funeral
But I was wrong, it wasn’t the good that had left the room, but rather the feeling of evil had entered and hung like a thick black smoke over everyone and every thing. I can’t say that I have ever felt that way before, but it was a place to which not a soul I’d ever again wish to bring.
I Stood In The Rain
The other day, I went outside seeking a connection to the those now gone.
Specifically, I was looking for the one we loved, the one we call, John.
The Story of the Show Tree
This tree dazzled all that passed by, with its’ brilliance in color and personality.
But I paid attention when it beckoned, and I listened to what it had to say to me.
Tree In Change
It was said, don’t fly too high, or get too close to the sun.
But the trees climb to light, and show themselves to everyone.
Low Ceiling
Sometimes the sky is freedom, other times it presses like a heavy load. Either way, you can’t go wrong with the view from the old Dryer Road.
The Property (Ours and Flowers)
We are so busy in our lives. There’s time, but too rare is it that time, we make. Mostly, it is the allowances that we welcome, our time it does take. So, slow down, take ten minutes or so, and go where this takes you. It’s safe I assure you, and visit as often as you would like to.
Month of Missing
Is there no lucidity in a month of moments ensuring one can share the pain?
A luminary is gone, one who would, in time, opponents’ favor to gain.
Forever Rest In Peace
Today we come together to remember one of us, one held so dear.
I implore you to ensure that her sweet, smiling spirit ne’er disappear.
Precisely Vague
I am not sure where to begin. I started here because this is where the top of my page begins. But maybe, I should start from the bottom because some things feel like they’ve just recently been turned upside down.
Emblematic Moment
The poem.
Reasons, they fall apart in the face of the truest desire.
But excuses, they pile up in the corners where dreams did aspire.
Good Bye Inchworm
I wasn’t ready for what I watched today, I had heard but not known. Found, not a mile from the trail as the crow might have flown.
Time for the Sky
How could I have been so busy that I didn’t have time for the sky? The setting I seek, to drift, and ponder each and every why.
The Railing
16 weeks have passed. The days come, and they go. The hours are filled with the monotony of routine, and the tasks that seem to work their way into every open time slot. There is…
Holding On
Are all of the days this long? I’m tired to the point that my body wants to tap out. Can’t I just sit here with my thoughts for a while longer? Must we always sleep?…
The Backbone
How do I sleep, when all my blood, it boils? Watching as all the effort, it goes to spoils. How do I breathe when fire steals the air? When the driven are reduced to…
Rest In Peace K
When will I ever learn? While I whine, some one else may crash and burn.
It's Alright to be Impacted by the Game
Sometimes I stay up quite late just so I can let my mind run away from the real, and approach subjects that I would much rather touch, or certainly feel.
Then there are times when I lengthen the day just to wrestle free from the noise, you know, to get out from under the distractions, and that which just annoys.
So, what. So I can prove that, maybe, something good happens after midnight, and I descend to the depths of thought, just to get to the core, then I sit and write.