written 1998
When you were born How happy she is, that As little as you could feel Her love for you is divine. Day by day as she sees you grow
The elderly are here For a reason she is sure Wisdom they all have Of a life that is pure Rolling with punches
Taken to the water’s edge, Maken by her feet. Maken on the way a pledge, Taken a retreat. Waken on the leaf-made ledge,
A grain of wood Runs like a race car Around a multi-colored track Zooming down to the bottom It zooms up
Somewhere in his soul, there is a… Darkness; not necessarily evil but… And wants that may never again sur… Inhibitions are enveloped and hidd… Place, and there, she exists, her…
Big as the proverbial bull he blun… His way through fragments and shar… Insect-like things too delicate an… His complete understanding; While the fire reaches out past th…
Hate surrounds their lives. It is in what they say or do. She doesn’t relish living this way… ...How about you? There must be something they can a…
Just sitting around with nothing t… Her man’s gone fishing, the kids a… She has all her chores done, That suits her just fine, because— IT’S AUCTION TIME.
Love is like a candle, Burning so bright, All through the day, And all through the night. It seems to last forever,
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...
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
The Oshkosh B’Gosh overalls A trademark of your own The acres of farmland You’d always call your home You taught her “Oh Susanna”
Remember him when the sky is dark, And clouds hide burning stars. Think of him as the rain rushes To touch his skin, and trees Dance around him through the wind.
The stars are old with his delight The ground was soft with rain The moon did show the lovely night And beauty was her reign Her hand reached out to hold his h…
Faded leaves fall aside Pale gray sky envelopes all Summer’s gone and fall is stale Aching world begins to weep Somewhere on the verge of change