Wind Blows Wind blows dandelions send life floating onward words spoken leech into our lives touching. . . . Poetry is the best words in the best order. —Samuel Coleridge If you are a writer, you know the feeling when words float in the air unwilling to move [...]
Living on the Edge Tumbling head first off the jagged rocks into an unknown abyss feet flailing, arms reaching empty-handed into the air. I do not like the edge. Heart beats fast as sweat finds a home between skin and sheets. In the darkness, I ponder the consistent recurring [...]
I dwell in things possible I dwell in things possible Of poems more than prose Where all the world’s A window letting in Where doors send out The pines stare with Impregnable eyes Searching for rooftops In the gambrels of An open Sky Oh, should visitors Embrace this invitation [...]
Delight Daisies smile leaning toward the sun as playful laughs echo in the wind. These moments of delight embrace a wounded heart. All is never lost. A spark, a hope, a gentleness clings never letting go. The scent of roses fills the air as the sun sets majestically, an [...]
Windows Open the Mind Always looking, waiting for beauty and peace of children laughing and playing, dangling feet from a swing ever ready to leap finding new adventures grey skies and blue harbor moments of insight, joy, knowing that all of life is meant to place me in the [...]
Two Perspectives Symphony Birds sing outside my door a mini symphony to delight and lighten the soul— I breathe. The Dull Drone The dull drone of the doves broke the peaceful morning, disturbing the muse, silencing all words. . . . Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful [...]
Nature's Amazing Revolution I watched them inch their way out of the musty soil. Day by day the leaves stretched their arms embracing a revolution short-lived from bulb to stem embracing buds with anticipation as sun, rain, gentle breezes of spring burst forth— the yellow daffodils. . . [...]
The Storm Flashing in clouds dark and foreboding rumbling and shaking solid ground birds take flight before the storm wind wails a soulful song trees bend kissing ground eyes watch for signs of first drops and then— rain. . . . A poet is, before anything else, a [...]
Melancholy Melancholy encased my heart a quick cold dart of pain yet bliss feeling amiss. The words I never chanced to say on any day slipped by in time silent, sublime. Chances given but taken back leaving a track of broken dreams or so it seems. . . [...]
How did I lose it all? Time waiting opened eyes to a new day planning, doing, more the minutes slip by gone stare into the setting sun a stunning glowing golden sky and all those to do’s laying silent to the wonder and awe of this moment. . [...]
