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Creating this blog of poems created over a span of 38 years was given an impetus by a re-encounter with this poem. It is a special one for me. It felt like a message from my late wife Marianne. In this post I read the poem, and after the recording there is the poem’s text.

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This morning I felt a wonderful shift in my mood! And I remembered this little poem I wrote a couple of years ago. The format of very short sentences was inspired by Burma Shave signs I remember seeing on country roads as a child. Do any of you remember Burma Shave signs? Is there a … Read more


This poem marks the completion of a cycle of eight poems beginning with My Cry for Help. First we fold in, then open outThere is a faith that’s only found in doubt Acceptance is the closing of a cycleThe end that marks the point of arrival Carrie NewcomerThe Point of Arrival AcceptanceIt is late morning on … Read more

Gentle Striving

I learned something today …You see, all my life it seems,I have been driven by ambitionIt has taken many formsYet I have also yearned to be simpleEnjoying a simple walk or a moment of stillnessThis week I have been doing the full walkTaken many times by my loved one and meToday I was tired and … Read more

Perfect Days

And what is so rare as a day in June?     Then, if ever, come perfect days;Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,     And over it softly her warm ear lays:Whether we look, or whether we listen,We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;Every clod feels a stir of might,     An instinct within it that reaches … Read more


Nearing the crest of the gentle hillWhere we walked together so many timesI begin to feel a whisper of the mysterious blessingWhen spirit speaks softly to me.There are many memoriesParticular places where I heard the whisperI am sitting at such a place even nowListening to the birdsongsAnd feeling the gentle breezeGiving thanks for yet another … Read more


The voice inside you cries outIt will not be silencedIt is part of who you areIt has been present for a long time.You wish the world were differentWhat is skillful action?What will align with your need for inner peace?There is another kind of silenceNot found by shutting out the voice insideBut by truly listening to … Read more


Sitting in the shade under the magnolia treeFeeling the gentle breeze of this spring morningI know that resting is my tired body’s simple need.I listen to the birdsongsThe hoot of a distant owlThe dull roar of an airplane.Respecting my body’s limitationsI give thanks for this beautiful dayAnd I know in my heartAll shall be well. … Read more


ResourcesYou think you have no resourcesBowed down by the weight of your life and the worldIt is an honest feelingYou have acknowledged itNot resisting, quiet, awareAnd then you findNot by your own willBut from a hidden source withinNew energy and new purposePouring into your body and soulAnd you give thanksFor God’s abiding grace. May 16, … Read more


Sensitivity is a giftYou may feel it notCaught in your sorrowYearning for releaseWhich seems so out of reach.It is not only your own pain you feelBut the pain of allDeeply you wish to helpAllow these tears, my dear oneAnd you will find a fullness to lifeThat is sensitivity’s lasting gift. May 14, 2024

My Cry for Help

I hesitated to post this poem, then I knew I needed to. It is part of my journey and provides a context for poems that followed. And it shares energy with a previous post of my very early poem Newborn in the Light. My Cry for Help It is an unexpected stirringI did not think … Read more