The night was sultry and moonlit. Perfect for
the unusual to happen.
The old house had been forgotten, but at the
strike of midnight…..... more »
To pool the sand, while my feet walk,
Among seas gifts, upheaved
Leaves the holes that filled with hopes
Of youth I once believed.... more »
Gold on top of green. Under the cornfields grows.
Red under shaggy bark. The blood of the tree.
Blue flows with the life given to me.
Alleluia And Alleluia again! , says the man in... more »
Patiently waiting for the clouds to part,
the companion sun, touches her heart,... more »
Through our images we can sense
our fulfillment of life.
Not by supernaturally draping over
it but... more »
Under a blanket of dark purple
I do my best work.
Blue doesn’t do and Red goes
To my head.... more »
Guidelines are good sometimes.....
especially for the rivers.... more »
Hurrah And Alleluiah
I’m on a roll! ! ! No stopping me
Now! ! ! !
Clear the decks maties and watch
Me go! ! ! !... more »
There were many hours when my heart
seemed to big for its cage....... more »
Something’s missing. Not too sure what.
The sun is out… it is midnight.
I am wearing a crown on my head and my
feet are dancing to a gypsy song.... more »
New Years Wish
If you had just one wish what would it be?
For world peace, or for thee or for me?
Would it be for contentment, health and love,
or would it be for guidence from the One above.... more »
Obsessive? ? ? ?
Obsessive? No… not me! ! ! Just a
I’ll take 6 of these… you never know
If they will come again.... more »
The soft dusty ground, felt good
to her barefeet.
Around her black hair, was a violent
Red scarf.... more »
That Is Enough
As for life..... I see it!
But I have yet learned
to read it.
I look for its gifts....... more »
The Breath Of A Stone
One time I saw something rare. It was a
I had found it in a field, alone, by itself.
I watched it for 10 years, until I was older.... more »
I once drew a small crow on a
huge piece of paper.
At night I could hear the fluttering of
large wings.... more »
There is one thing that is common among us.
We stop to pick up a stone with a hole in it.
Why is that?
A open hand,... more »
The Man With Green Hair
He pushed trees aside by glances
and turned wheatfields into thistle.
He turned cliches into hymns,
and durges into whistles.... more »
Later in life, the dark and the light
merge into a complete whole.... more »
An echo that resounds in our
Where have I seen those eyes
before? in a dream of reality?... more »
Beneath me, on the path, was a large puddle in
which I saw an upside down world.
The clouds' reflection floated by as well as four
geese on their way.... more »
The white light of fall. The leaves begin to stir.
A small breeze is enough to create the whirlpool
of prismed colors.
Lifted high in the sky, the leaves change their minds..... more »
The Small Ankle
He looked again toward the sky
It was blackened by a greenish glow-
Legs raised in tribulation of the... more »
Something swirled in my hair… touched
Looking around … was no one.
I was debating a point I was making…... more »