Hi all,

It’s been a stressful week, no?  Here’s a poem to help you gain perspective. Another one of my favorites. You may know it, and if you do, you already know it is wonderful. If not, you are about to have the distinct pleasure of reading something absolutely remarkable for the first time, which is always the best.

Cheers ~D



Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others,
even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrman


(c) Max Ehrman 1926

Gotta love when poems write themselves! 🙂  Watched Tombstone,  and then stepped outside.

There it was…

Or maybe I’ve been hanging out at Darc’s place too much and now I notice these things….hmmm….



Caught a falling star

shot down, in blaze of glory

A wild western night

I’m starting today with a smile. Why?

Because this morning I woke to find my poem posted on voxpoetica under Today’s Words .  This is the first time I’ve seen my name “in print.” It feels wonderful 🙂


 If you haven’t had the opportunity to visit Annmarie Lockhart’s lovely poetry site, treat yourself today. There are some wonderful poems posted in the poemblog , including works from our own Val Russell and the wonderfully talented Lisa Kinser.


Thank you,  Annmarie. Today feels magical 🙂


An Artist am I

A Master of line

A weaver of themes

A peddler of Time


Trompe L’oeil  I create

Painting windows in stones

My tapestries tie up loose

Ends and unknowns


I’ll soothe you with color

Pastel’s softest hues

Or light you on fire

Igniting your Muse


I’ll leave you in stitches

(A seamstress I am)

Then rip you apart

With a swipe of my pen


And when I am finished

My signature’s clear–

On your heart, etched the words

A poet was here


Keep your chin up, you say…


Up? Can’t you see

That it’s been there all along?

And all I gained from this ridiculous posturing

Is an eye full of sting and a mouth full

 of pollution from rainmakers?

No, thank you. Kindly spoken

 But I believe I shall look down now,

Down to earth

and plant my feet firmly on the ground.

Dig in. Hope

Against hope, I am

Not now, nor will I ever again be the same

naive person, blinded

and choked by the nature of things

growing out of control.