In honor of the serious poet in my family, I’ll begin with a not-so-serious haiku type substance. Feel free to compare this to the work of a cerebral, thoughtful poet who’s good enough to… Continue reading
Whispers of happy, in the heart of your being, heal the sorrowed soul.
Tanks for the memories… reading the blurbs to me and pointing out the fish that I couldn’t see. Picture the mother of all shark bait. What a great way to say “I love you… Continue reading
When life tries to take your breath away Breathe deeply. When love tries to take your heart away Give freely.
Have you ever dreamed a poem before? I wouldn’t recommend it. The short-lived Hippie in me from the ’60’s has only one word for this: Bummer! I knoweth not the shadows of my… Continue reading
Wonder in the woods at rivers of moss bending overflowing trees
Writing in the dark I see inside my mind a hallway leading to conduits of thought. . In the dark I see clarity. Undaunted revelations leading past my want… past my need. .… Continue reading
I know not the hour the day or the time. I know not the poem by name. . I do not know how to tear the words and timbre asunder. . I only… Continue reading
What’s on my mind? Nothing much at 2 in the morning (that I haven’t already written about in my last post). Guess I’ll write a haiku before going to bed. The 2 am… Continue reading
Appreciation, eyes glimmering contentment carried in the heart. Several years ago she was abandoned, so abused that she couldn’t be told “no” without yelping in fright and running away. When I looked at… Continue reading