Mid day sun breaking into my world Who invited you in? I welcome you none the less. Your reflection across my wooden floors Blue and white like the sky I can not see from where I stand I don’t focus too much on it. Like Martha, there are other things on my mind.. when I […]
I miss the look of gentle, loving, accepting eyes. Eyes that look at me, saying, you belong here.
My mind is composing a poem It stalls on finding the words to match the feelings.. and what rhythm should match the mark the stain of him left on my soul as he walked out , crossing the threshold , once more.
The last stretch of desert Is quite: the longest The driest The hottest. The heat Descending from above and Rising From below. I bake in the sand With each step Until finally dried out Upon touching, with stretched fingers, The grass at the edge Of the Oasis.
Toes twitching janky nerves.. on and off cool and warm, the wind oscillates as we wait for you On the fire escape with wine and oil pastels As the sunset illuminates the corners of buildings in pink And golden windows reflect our eyes Watchful of your arrival
Shift the way you see and see the fullness of all things growing and dripping life I forgot for a time, battling thru a fog. And I’d try to remember The light in me The light in you We make heaven on earth When we remember the light and love that we are When we […]
I’m not sad anymore I watch the clouds come and go My heart says nothing the whites the blues the pinks and reds
I’m not much good at self promotion. Or trying to sell things I’ve made. I’ve been known to give things away. Art, poetry, stories, paintings, drawings, photographic prints. I always gave everything away. And so few ppl ever offered me recompense for my work. I guess I never thought much of it. But it is […]
I should be getting ready To go out and Fulfill my day With useless things That feel good Like exercise and a shower A second cup of coffee And some yogurt And groceries Like almond milk Asparagus and Brussels sprouts But I sit here pondering My glasses off upside down looking at me Notebook open […]
How do we find ourselves Wrecked upon ocean shores Beached by design ? -Not my plan Who scheduled the loss of you? Was it you, as you tossed me aside like loose string in a storming wind ?