(2013)
a poem written after a difficult day.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer