Blessed

Is there space left

to push in my page–

to share my thoughts

on such an overcrowded stage?

Is there room

in our text-attacking lives

to find my voice?

Is there any surprise

left?  Any story

that hasn’t been already said?

I could read all my life

and still be over-fed.

There isn’t room for it all.

I block out just to breathe;

and my generation wonders

is there any need

for me?

More music available

than I will ever hear.

More knowledge than I

could ever care to seek.

More roads than I could

hope to take or meet.

More food than I

could ever safely eat.

I’m

SNOWED UNDER

by all that is sweet.

DSH

5/2017

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Dear Emily,

Dear Emily,

I walked with you today

until my heart stopped

and I could no longer breathe

looking through your eyes.

 

A tiny desk, a life afloat

in a sea of ink and solitude

lost in thought

with nowhere else to be.

 

I catch up to you occasionally

when my life slows down.

I find you waiting–

waiting for me so we

can be alone–

together.

 

My heart beats again

pumping life into your pen,

and I breathe by

writing you in answer.

–DSH

3-23-17

 

 

Catching Up

It has been so long

since we spent a quiet

afternoon

together.

Just my pen

and I

getting reacquainted

with

myself.

Catching the lessons

out of the sea

of experience

and tacking them

up page by page

in the sun

to dry

so I can taste them

again

on yet another day’s

golden picnic.

DSH 11-30-16

 

 

Give and Take by Adam Grant

In this book, the author divides people into three types: givers, matchers and takers. Givers are those who believe in doing things for common good, matchers only give if they get and takers just&#…

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I have learned this for myself in my own life. I very much appreciate this article. Couldn’t say it better myself. Thanks for sharing.

The Enemy

Hurt.

I carry the burning scars

with me.

I face them

in the mirror

every day.

The memory

inflames me

with justifiable

anger.

 

Hurt.

I will never forget

or let you in

no matter how long

you knock.

I can’t listen.

It doesn’t matter.

There is no

excuse.

 

Agony.

The betrayal.

You should have been

my friend!

 

Agony.

You might have been

if only

I had been

yours.

–DarEll S. Hoskisson 1/29/16

**I don’t believe this is always true.  There are truly enemies we need to protect ourselves and our families from, acts of true barbarism that can’t be allowed to be repeated.

But, in general, who the aggressor is in any frictional or one-sided relationship is less clear.

The Champion

Hah!

I laugh!

I smile!

I dance in spite of you!

 

You forget,

I’m not alone.

I know that

You can’t win without me.

 

Fear, I spin upon your chest.

Shake and tremble all you will,

I dance still.

 

Jealousy, just give up on me.

I stomp in cheerful unity.

VICTORY!!

 

Pain, I know you have a claim,

But I will hug you ’til you bend my way.

I’m okay.

 

Fatigue, you just don’t get it.

I’m

Still

Moving.

 

Anger, rage if you will.

Hurt, betray, or annoy

I give with joy.

 

You can not make me not love you,

nor take what I freely give.

Life,

You just got the best of me.

DSH

Jan 15, 2008

Be-You-tiful

Mirror 01
If you’re like I was
you won’t have a clue
how to live up to
your most beautiful you

But you have what it takes and
you won’t build alone
as you discover yourself
you’ll find you
have grown

DarEll S. Hoskisson
March 2015