written 1998
Who planned October’s silent song Whose rhythm is the pulsing heart, Whose melody is echo heard From lost chorale the haunting the… Of every solitary art?
The barn door hangs open, the hors… The occupants now a doe and her fa… A few crumbling bales of once sun-… Make moldy straw homes for field m… High on the wall on a big rusty na…
Like the rivers of a long, lost wo… Tears flow. The misery of the anguished and th… The banished Relinquish their thoughts into the…
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
The time they have will never end. A dream of hers that will begin. A heart and soul that will soon me… From when it was torn in two. A cry for help that’s finally been…
A boy awoke All drenched in sleep Taking a glimpse Of the bitter colony Pleasant dreams
Rip Van Winkle’s catchin’ Z’s Escaping from society From guns and drugs and alcohol Wife beating child beating And that ain’t all
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...
Kind words can wipe away a tear Softly spoken will erase fears Kind words can heal the wounds Gently and patiently said—morning… Kind words are a blessing to the b…
Promenading mountainous hillsides Cascade beautiful pillow of Fall color. Glorious radiating for reflections… Simultaneously demonstrating dance…
A star named Nicholas hangs in th… See it brightly floating by. Tiny light high up above. A reflection of your family’s love… Twinkle, twinkle through the night…
Achieve the unachieved Put it to the test Reach for clouds above you Strive to be the best Be happy is insanity
Crossing over that bridge to the l… He turned to look back to watch it… Memories in flames, consuming that… He had so often traveled over, ste… After a soft rain, spring brought…
It’s high tide again, Willy. Snow’s been Melting off the mountains For days
So now, you say, you are fifty-fiv… And that you are all grown up and… And you think you are smarter—wise… (Yesser! that is just what she was… At what age do they learn right fr…