Earlier this year, my wife and I visited Pompeii. We saw the ruins and the people who perished but were preserved in the moment of their deaths. That inspired this poem.
#2020
The pitter patter of the rain As droplets hit the window pane Soothed her much like a lullaby And she found herself in a dream Flying free, riding a moonbeam,
When our moment becomes just a mem… And today lapse into tomorrow Will it be a nightmare or a reveri… When you think of me; please let m… For moments with you will never ag…
A gift to see the world again Through the eyes of a two-year old The novelty and the magic And endless wonders to behold! Everything warm and innocent
At the young mother he looked With worried, quizzical eyes Then said “How come you have Just one earring?” Startled, she grabbed both ears
Out with the old, in with the new Spring cleaning time, everything m… Old fangled ideas out; to them bid… For it’s time to watch our possibi… Friends that drag us down, let the…
Oh well, I thought I could write Something funny before night This crazy day, to make light And your smile, to make bright! Sadly, I have writer’s block
From a dream I wakened Sleepy eyes I opened Refreshed Energized Feeling like a teen;
A pale gold light in the far horiz… As morning shadows retreated quick… Vanishing totally with the midday… But then, shadows reappeared slowl… Cloaking all things before day is…
Glacier covered peak Like hands in pray’r rising up To mystical heights Deep blue lake waters Robin’s egg sky up above
Once upon a time there lived a som… He married a young lady who is a s… She talks incessantly while asleep While nightly he’s on a walking tr… They lived not unhappy for at nigh…
Sleet then freezing rain Impassable roads highways Perhaps many days Fireplace roaring flames Keeping warm the dreary room
Our lives a fresh canvas at birth For limitless possibilities exist Opportunities abound here on earth Welcome to a future the Fates kis… We gaze in the mirror, amplify our…
mementos all around, unremarkable remembrances of a life, long spent dog-eared pictures, news articles odd souvenirs from places she went… they clutter her room!
surely, self-annihilation never an acceptable solution to a life filled with sadness, of great heartaches and pain to a broken spirit, a soul unforgi…
center it rained; rather it poured! sheets and buckets of water fell in just a few hours; our street became a river!