Monthly Archives: August 2018

Siigghhhhh… From within Deep within A faint whoosh… A rustle in the leaves A soul leaving home To go home Clouds detach, making way Birds flutter Are they Angel’s wings? Click, click…beep…hummm… Silence A door closed Now all we hear … Continue reading →

This poem is clearly inane And I asked in the mirror for fun I didn’t get a nay So that proves what I say Two heads are better than one. What if each is bipolar It becomes simply untrue While … Continue reading →

Climate determines texture Clay Moist Barren Arid Verdant Dusty Slippery Fertile Earth, our home We begin We return Our common denominator Flesh and bone Once carved out of this ground We spread like a fire still An addiction gone frenzy … Continue reading →

A full August moon hangs as always. Tonight is clear. Stars in the distance dance. All is silent. Last week, a storm….I heard wind and rain and rumble and thick knives slicing the air. The moon, blanketed by clouds, still … Continue reading →

Oh, to have a heart that hears Beyond the rhythmic pulse knowing I am alive and thinking that’s all that matters, That I am alive   Oh to have a brain that thinks outside The straw of me and my … Continue reading →

I don’t much hear these sounds anymore. I don’t know if I am too busy to notice, or just the lack of vegetation. Childhood summer nights brought a concert, complete with lights. Crickets and fireflies were in abundance. Across our … Continue reading →

It seems the way the circle goes My strength declines as I grow old My footprints etched in other’s deep Some may learn to dance to my life song Some may learn to dance to my life song My footprints … Continue reading →

All the words she ever said All she heard… All she read… Suddenly falling down Like loose ends No pattern Tangled Upside down Words that shaped her Now distorting her She had no control She tried catching them— They jammed … Continue reading →

Present Me with A box wrapped With ribbons and bows Seamless edges so tightly sealed Tell me not to open it Should I dare cherish the outside more Let me believe love within is greater than Dazzling show….I will relish … Continue reading →

I made the rice pudding Sweet, creamy, Raisins and cinnamon I read the history And each mouthful Took me back To a time I never realized I was a pauper Being fed As a queen I wonder Would it have … Continue reading →