Such a heavy heart, So crushed by fear— She never meant to lock Her love from you, dear. Her deep love for you

One of the most curious and enjoyable aspects of poetry is that a poem often summarizes a thought, an experience, or an emotion in a manner that cannot be equaled by prose. Perhaps that...

At this very moment, she’s thinkin… Of you and how you were once True. Wondering what to do, she’s Feeling like a fool

Her son left home again today. He spread his wings and flew away On a sleek and silver jet that Became a speck in the blue sky Seconds after it lifted

Lying in the brilliant sunshine sh… Footsteps on a dusty path disturb… A young hand grasps her, tosses he… Eventually, he tires of this reput… Now she is in the shade of a large…

Alas, her child, you listen to her… For she holds a story about the se… What is behind its placid shore? There’s more, her child, so much,… There is a dreadful thing down the…

As spoons in a drawer She has her pillow sleep And when her head falls From burdens deep It’s her pillow she finds

A facelift, a browlift, and swolle… Stapled tightness across a tired b… Lying beneath a cloudburst of ice… Struggling to be beautiful and you… Eye lids don’t close when she is s…

She saved her visits for late in t… After the fields had been mowed, The chores completed and supper ea… The last clean dish put away. They would sit on the porch

Please forgive them! They know not what havoc they Reeked on you, Their beloved, beautiful home, Now ailing and sad

Darkness, darker Waning noon, sounds Night’s scent pervades Calling loneliness, Surrounding.

Life is a song, That has lyrics that don’t make se… It ends abruptly with no warning. Death is a subject, Easily touched upon, but it never…

The earth is a woolen fabric. Tawny and umber The trees are lace. Gray and blac… The crystalline sky is clear, And silver as glass.

Even though you’re far away, In her heart you’ll always stay. Her love for you is always true, There is no other uncle like you. When she was just a little girl,

And when their day is done, They shall capture the splendor Of the setting sun. Such hues of peach and periwinkle Are distinctly heightened by