Category: Poetry

  Writing comes easy while it runs through my mind. Oh, the excitement when trying to find a pen.  Thoughts scream to situate themselves on paper. If only I could find something to write with.  With pen to paper my words now appear only for editors to have their way with them and publishers to … Continue reading Writing →

Innocent in nature; destructive by life; Governed by needs; fertile by vice. Good versus evil ironically stressed; Sometimes okay but hard to digest.

A puff of wind interrupted my thought, as it rushed to join a wind chime. A musical flair into the air it brought, to settle at a perfect time. Ever so gently it brushed my cheek, before joining the song of the chime. A dangling sculpture the wind made speak to an awaiting summertime.

  Who said, “I never met a man I didn’t like”? Not me, because one appeared at my door last night.  He arrived an hour early, not wise for a blind date. The flowers that he gave me were cheap and clearly fake. “These will last forever,” his voice softly said. Thoughts of getting rid … Continue reading BLIND DATE →

A pair of brown shoes. A basic black dress, an uncomplicated "Yes." A fat hamburger. A few French-fries, a good old, Cracker jack prize. Buttered popcorn. A cool picture show, eating a bit of cookie dough. A good friend. A down-to-earth joke, a cold bottle of classic coke. A paperback book. A time to unwind Enjoying … Continue reading Elementary →

Going straight, moving forward. Repetition. Wheels turning, going nowhere. Reposition. Slowing down, suddenly stop. Exasperation. Blood boiling, tempers flare. Frustration. Road rage, mug-shot. Humiliation.    

Give eulogy to the living away from a grieving crowd. Don’t whisper words of kindness Scream each one out loud. Give flowers to the living away from a pending death. Don’t deny the gift of beauty As long as there is breath. Give comfort to the living away from a morbid wake. Remember the act … Continue reading To the living… →

He’ll say long, she’ll say short. He’ll say cold, she’ll say hot. He’ll say sweet, she’ll say sour. He’ll say minute, she’ll say hour.  He’ll say day, she’ll say night. He’ll say wrong, she’ll say right. He’ll say up, she’ll say down. He’ll say square, she’ll say round.  He’ll say come, she’ll say go. He’ll … Continue reading “He’ll say / She’ll say” →

Cobblestone grips the heel of my shoe preventing me another step. The arm of a Frenchman would be fitting. The narrow street from where I stand my eyes take in the Seine. Its beauty no longer a fantasy but a tangible sight. Continuing my steps with only one shoe will not be a catastrophe. I'm … Continue reading One Shoe →

The man of my dream has a quiet whisper with a loud scream. A character of calm completely carefree; a strength only visible when it needs to be. Features unimportant, no reason to stare, but when he leaves the room one knows he was there. A sweet choice of words spoken so fine with a … Continue reading The Man of My Dreams →