Monthly Archives: April 2014
Don’t cry over spilled milk Opening eyes to see faces all posed Someone is covering my mouth and my nose I remember Beechwood The impact of the crash Bouncing off the tree As my foot presses brake to floor, wheeling … Continue reading
An Unbridled Risk
The long, winding road Lies ahead of me I can see off in the distance But not around the bends along the way. The scenery is inviting The serene water of the lake The mountains silhouetted against blue sky Clouds that foretell … Continue reading
Sweet Silence
Before the sun arises My eyes are open When it is still darkness When there is stillness in the darkness I steal away from the warmth of the night Before i have to face the day And call on sweet silence … Continue reading
Breath of Hope
We are dying While we’re living We are taking While we’re giving See the hope in doubt What is doubt, but fear In what you can’t see From within your sphere How many colors in the rainbow How many shades … Continue reading
Dreams Afloat
My yellow balloon floated up in the sky How long would it last no one would know I held it tightly in my hand But I somehow let it go There were hundreds of others I saw as I stare Confetti … Continue reading
Disabled
Philip Seymour Hoffman Dead at 46 I never knew his name But I was watching Hunger Games when the news came Mockingjay Mocking jay And what a mocking of a life so talented So many can’t handle … Continue reading
A Summers Walk
He was in his peruvian hat She in her heavy bonnet Strolling along the shore Long after the sun had set The clearly incised moon hanging above Amidst the sea of stars Their audience listening in silence prompt: Names … Continue reading
Talking it Over With Me
I never saw it raining cats and dogs Why was I told warts came from frogs When a child I thought I was a human bean And you think it strange I have monologues With no one but myself and … Continue reading
Yesterday’s Pictures
I feel the defiance and fierce determination Eeking submission to have the picture taken Child, adolescent, teen, a profound prophetic view And as I touch the image I feel the awesome truth But now the words I hear as adulthood … Continue reading
What Am I?
I am full yet I am being constantly filled I rise and fall yet my glory never changes I can be still and violent at the same time A wall of strength that armies can’t defeat me Yet so much … Continue reading
