Reflections Poems

Reflections

Tested
Until the day
God finally sees
His reflection
In us

Love, version 1: reflections on personal experiences of love, inspired by reading bell hooks

Wounded by its lack
Distrustful of it 
Inured to its absence 
In thrall to its allure
Fooled by its simulacrum
Estranged from it 
Paralysed by fear of losing it
Inexorably exposed to it 
Resolved against it 
Consumed by longing for it
A scholar to its foreign texts 
A slave to its compulsions 
Compelled to search for it
Forever 
Hopeful

Rainfall Reflections

A hush of gray descends, the world outside a blur
Of weeping glass and dancing leaves, a gentle stir.
The scent of wet earth and cooled pavement climbs the air,
As warmth from a steaming cup soothes away all care.

In her hands, a porcelain hug, the tea's floral grace,
Sweet steam whispers against the skin of her face.
The book

Grateful Reflections

My mind races at times
dreaming I could sit at a piano and teach my fingers a new language,
or feel the wind on my face as I master the art of riding a motorbike.
I picture myself behind turntables,
mixing music for ten minutes straight without a single hand to guide me.
Life, to me, is about acquiring more

Reflections

reflection 
in a shop window -
suck in my stomach 

that face in the mirror -
always much older
than I am

slowly
swallowing itself -
setting sun

Reflections That Reside

Reflections That Reside 

Innumerable Cumulus clouds gather just up o’er the green hill
Considerable quiet lathers the air as my heart begins to fill 
Formidable resolve tethers me to the place I’m lingering on the window sill 
Forgivable sins repeat the circuit and relieve me of my iron will 

A small repentant afterthought claims it’s steak

Reflections

dream state to waking state
frying pan to the fire
we thus live on in dreams
freed only when we tire

no one comes, no one goes
heart seeks satisfaction 
save debts of love soul owes
there’s no cause for action 

sans thought we yet remain
standing outside space-time
by cleansing our soul’s stain
heart feels love’s bliss beat chime

Summer Reflections

through my long-stemmed glass
red & white stripes, blue with stars
merlot reflection
muted-purple silhouette
prolonged sips, flag pole on porch

Healing Reflections

M-an's
E-motional
D-efense
Y-ields

D-eep
I-ntrospection,
O-nce
N-ew
E-ncounters 
D-issolve
A-gony

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Monocrostic (Birthday of Medy Dioneda)

reflections on our being

we are the all
let bliss squalls rise
God calls; listen

LaKe Reflections

The skiff chug's along
toward the end of the lake
where the tall peaks are.

When I cut the outboard
high snowcapped mountains
dived down into the still water,
below,
eagles flew under the hull.

A panoramic sky rolled under me.
my red and yellow float
became briefly entangled in
a high white cloud.

A fat trout slipped around a deep sun.
No way to catch that.

Reflections while on my morning walk

You would pardon insurrection -freedom to mob, good people; while pouring ICE on immigration -Free rides National Guarded
Rebellion 
Breached 
Vigilante 
Patriotism 
Rebellion 
Protest 
Discontent 
Nonviolent 
Rebellion 
While pouring ICE on immigration 
Free rides -National Guarded, you would pardon insurrection -freedom to mob, good people

Reflections of Eternity

A cycle is a circles reflection, 
Heading in it's intended direction, 
A repeating projection, 
Dissecting each section, 
A careful progression, 
Creating perfection, 
Repeating, 
Needing no correction, 
The cycle a reflection,
A connection you can't see,  
Energy exists eternally, 
Circling internally
Running through each entity, 
Life was meant to be,
Expressions of the Galaxy
Experiencing our own reality,
Growing a

Reflections In A Cemetery

Somehow, the deluge of cloudburst
unwraps my flesh pallid, as if to spill
holy water--maybe thickened dew—just
to give a name to lapses of my unheard cries,
while an insolent breeze fails to listen
as I howl in utter despair of life's requiem:

The thistle of wet soil chains my feet
anchored unto the swell of memories' bend;
remaining distant  in an

To Life

Our destiny chooses who we are
Yet still we wonder
Turning, spinning
In the dark, in our graves

And then the dawn comes,
As it always does,
And it’s time to rise
And shine again 

With the dew
From that grave, pulled
Without a choice
To Life.

(5/27/25)

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