Floating bands of time, weathering the cold and rain, years parading by. <_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_> Many years ago, my mother, sister and I traveled by bus to the Orange Bowl parade. All the bands and… Continue reading
The artificiality of writing simple poetry without the words am/was/is/are/ have been/will be the verbal tar that sticks the glitter to the glue, a timely sentence verbal hue… to find another, stronger, word appears abysmally absurd.
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
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Eyes shining sun smiles radiating friendships light surrounded in spring.
Contemplating dogs, shadows of inconvenience blocking out the sun.
Beauty forms between lightness and dark. Sunrise bubbles over the horizon. Sunset pours color into the sea. Sharing her gift, she lights the other side. Day breaks in Asia. Sun sets out… Continue reading
In honor of my late father’s birthday As long as you are strong for me life survives love thrives . When you become an ark for me, heroes grow, eyes glow. .… Continue reading
I read your last poem and wondered who the heck you were writing about. Can’t posibly be me, that’s for sure. I know this because I’m on an upswing. Looking around at the people… Continue reading
CHEATING? A poem about my Mother is Cheating!?! Now that’s just mean. And because I can hear the Gods laughing I give you this: The Gods Love Circles There once was a horse… Continue reading
What is wrong, that I pulse staccato? Finding no peace in a manuscript of words. What am I forgetting that eludes me? Fingertips edging a shell of fleeting thoughts. Darkness soothes my… Continue reading