Plain And Simple Truths
Thank you so much for the complements.
I'm not usually one for stating things plainly.
But since you were so kind as to say it,
I'd say it, too,... more »
Two hearts patiently waiting in poetic gestation
Past regrets alongside future not-yets,
And the present filled with
the hopes and dreams of a life together.... more »
undress... more »
You are my Prince off to fight his dragons,
Personal battles of momentous proportions.
And I am your Princess-In-Waiting,
Waiting for your safe return.... more »
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Rain Poem #1
Thinking of you
Rain pouring down
Dry oak leaves
Dark night embracing... more »
Rain Poem #2
Formless gray sky
On a rainy Friday morning
The rushing breeze tossing
Rain drops pitter pattering down... more »
Rain Poem #3
Tiny wet notes descending unheeded from heaven.
The subtle beginnings
To a melodious symphony of the senses.
Beat by beat they slowly seep into the dry earth.... more »
Sacred Sustenance To The Soul
Poetry is music.
Poetry is song.
Poetry is the beat I feel in my bones.
Nerve endings,... more »
Frost on leaves
In the early morning sunlight.... more »
Singing To Myself
I sang myself back to sanity today.
The sun finally came out after a dreary yesterday.
Somehow I feel that the air around could sense
what was happening inside me.... more »
Sitting In Stillness
The day opens with a gray nondescript sky
Yellowing leaves strewn haphazardly
on the patchy lawn below my bedroom window.
The air motionless outside except for an occasional breeze... more »
The rain is falling
A light drizzle
At 8: 14 P.M.
It adds a peaceful base... more »
Tension And Release
The air suddenly changed this morning.
From the hot unforgiving summer heat
Came the cool breezes heralding autumn
Another season has passed... more »
A goat rope-bound by its neck
To a stake on the ground
The thing its center
and yet its bane... more »
The Child In My Arms
There is a part of me that still grieves.
Do you see her? Can you hear her?
She is there by the corner, weeping.
A small disappointed child.... more »
The Perfect Card
I scan through the cards on the shelf.
The simplest of tasks
Seems like the hardest thing for me to do,
trying to pick the right one for you.... more »
The White Ogre
A tempest brewing
under white knotty skin... more »
To My Lover: A Quiet Longing
In inner places still and silent,
Grows a quiet longing
That causes my heart to go about
In restless soulful pacing.... more »
In these quiet moments of deep winter,
I think of you,
as I stand with my candle burning
in my frostbitten hands... more »
Where Does One Begin?
Where does one begin to find someone like you?
Will he be hidden away within the pages of some dusty old book?
In between the verses of a forgotten poem?
In the words of a painful love song?... more »
Winter Wren In Four Parts
I think of you, little winter wren
Sitting on the palm of my open hand.... more »