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...
That’s the way Mother would want… Pick out something you’d like to k… Make it something special that wou… Remind you of Grandma. Here’s some nice depression glass.
The scent of a blossom So fragrant and frail Beauty of such quality As like told in a fairy tale. A symbol of life
Resting in a shaded branch On the land called Valley Wind Ranch. It is the prettiest place You will ever see!
Riding a pale horse, Death is not a hooded skeleton. Scythe bone-knuckled gripped, Sockets wide as lunar craters With stars flickering in their dep…
It’s a thing like “Tailhook” It’s a thing called rape It’s a thing called abuse It’s a thing called hate But, it’s the strength of a woman
Man’s salvation, toil and sweat, Feels so grand when the brow is we… Walking proud and feeling good, On the job she gives all she shoul… There’s food on the table
Her beautiful Ballerina She sits and admires Pliait 1,2,1,2 Again
Oh Gloomy Death! Knocking on the door Piercing the sinews of her heart Tearing her soul apart Then, beckoning her slowly...
Grandma’s shawl was woolen knit And lay warm upon her shoulders It shook when grandma laughed Rose and fell when she would Breathe
Silver is a dolphin’s skin, Silver is the lining within, Silver is money in her pocket, Silver is her grandma’s locket. It can be a horses name,
As he sits out by a pond he came t… That he has mastered both body and… On that night he looked for a plac… Where they cared not for beauty an… When he emerged into the night,
Sometimes she takes it out to hand… Tries it on like a dress That she might want to buy. It is blue as agate. It is smooth as a peeled egg,
The faded ash of her mind There’s always tears in her eyes Just pain is all she can put No explanation comes to her Feeling not sadness just the life…
If she was a bird would she fly in… Disintegrate in the morning’s glow… Would she fly above the trees? Impaled upon the branches. Could she fly on the wind?