Roses and Onions

Layer upon layer, we build our lives. Some of us are as big as the Rock of Gibraltar, while others are sand pebbles on a beach. One layer at a time; one experience at a time. This defines who we are. Peel back those layers like an onion, and you will expose the true heart of a man, the core of the human psyche. Admire a roses beauty. It has infinite layers of delicate spiraling designs. Each petal is unique, like all of us. My poetry has many layers toohumor, love, wonder, sadness, elation. Like rings on a tree or a single snowflake, not one of us is the same. We make the earth spin. We are all poetry in perpetual motion. Without the poet, what a dull gray world this would be. The following is from my opening poem, Layers: Freedom is a state of mind, Let loose the doves to soar; Breaking through, reborn again, Its just one layer more.