Author: James Geehring

I am an observational poet, fascinated with the wonders of life. I have worked many years with my hands and now hope the work of my mind pleases

A Consideration

imageByJames GeehringJune 24, 2020
Aloof and self-important, they cut into the line No need to think of others, they just cannot waste their time They think they beat the system, and seem sure that it’s a fact So smug and smart and clever, which is just how that they act. No time for conversation to just talk

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Luck of the Draw

imageByJames GeehringMarch 14, 2020
I awoke this morning, and as I was sipping my coffee, the thought of where I was in life brought me to thinking of what I had.  But in the quiet of the breaking dawn, I also started thinking of what I DIDN’T have. I didn’t have a thin mat on bare dirt from which […]

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Sleigh Day

imageByJames GeehringFebruary 15, 2020
I leapt behind the horses of my mind’s imagined sleigh As snow had fallen overnight to softly greet the day I grabbed the reins and cracked the whip and off across the hills A speeding sleigh, what better way, to leave behind mind’s ills. Behind two finely figured mares, jet

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By Candlelight

imageByJames GeehringJanuary 4, 2020
The flame hovered silently, above its sooty wick Throwing jagged shadows on the walls of mortared brick And as my pen leaves marks of ink on an empty page The dancing, yellow candle ghost performs like brilliant mage.   His round, yet tapered, bottom floats above a melted

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Water Works

imageByJames GeehringDecember 29, 2019
The water rushed by the last rock at the cliff’s edge, flinging itself into the open air beyond, and then falling, falling, falling; and smashing onto the stone and water below. It was no different than the water that had preceded it, and no different than the water that

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Wind’s War

imageByJames GeehringDecember 10, 2019
A blustery day of early Fall, a war ‘between wind and trees The broganned breeze trumps boldly into strip the mottled leaves Its icy fingers grab and pull with swirling, gusty fists Coloured leaves before the storm of rain and sleeting mist.   As sharp as a

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My Suitcase

imageByJames GeehringDecember 3, 2019
I have been carrying this old suitcase for my entire life It is now a scarred and battered container of memories and reality Some might call it baggage, but it contains all that I am And each time I open it, I find the bits and pieces of experience that have made me I often

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The Fire

imageByJames GeehringOctober 7, 2019
  In the cooling air of the lingering dusk, the flames from the fire-pit clawed higher The steps to the wood-rack, heavy and slow, retrieving more fuel for the pyre Each log, as it’s placed, sends bright sparks in the air, chasing tendrils of wispy grey streaks Glowing coals

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Small Gifts

imageByJames GeehringJune 16, 2019
The barometer is dropping, skies filled with scudding clouds Which gather into towers, bottoms dark as funeral shrouds Winds, that once were calm, now cause the flags to stand out straight And whip the water into waves with faces dark as slate. The smell of dampened

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Contained Within

imageByJames GeehringApril 23, 2019
How different, all the vessels that transport our minds around, Variety of size and shapes, uniqueness does abound. Some adorned quite regally, while others are quite plain And yet they function all the same, they carry ‘round our brain.   This simple commonality we so

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Missing

imageByJames GeehringApril 2, 2019
Missing is a feeling that connotes So many things; Anxiety tinged emotions bound Quite tightly by life’s strings Or maybe just a tiny miss, when Someone’s gone to store Knowing that they’ll be right back, A quick and easy chore. There’s missing friends and family, Who

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Sungazing

imageByJames GeehringMarch 25, 2019
I lay down on a sun warmed patch of grass upon a hill, And looking up to cloud-flecked blue, it seemed that time stood still. The radiating warmth had wrapped my form in breezeless air, My eyes closed quite unconsciously, my mind had not a care.   My thoughts were

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