Remembering Moments Yet To Come
Sometimes, in dark of the night
When the rain is drumming out rhythms
Of sweet loneliness and regret
On my windowed pain.
A New Friend
Alone, I walked out in the night
Watched the stars,
watch me watching them.
Dizzy In Springtime
the blossom came early, dressed in white finery
even though the nights are still so cold
that the stars fall from the heavens
and lie shattered and sparkling on the morning grass
I am completely unable
to count syllabubbles, so
I don't do, haiku
Poetry Spills From The Cracks Of A Broken Heart
How many love poems,
end in love requited?
How many the hands won,
with pretty words?
storm soaked by salt water
on this ocean of sighs
I pitch and roll