Alone in the morning sipping coffeea story tells itself to merandom, no noticeable triggerno sequential order Making homemade kahlua with Sherri on a cool November morningWalking railroad tracks with Mallarie to visit a neighboring schoolSunbathing slathered in iodine and baby oil with Bonnie in the back yardPretending to not be winded to impress David while … More Keta
In the dark familiar things become unrecognizable while what usually goes unnoticed becomes obvious, essential like snuggling in the dark when touch of skin, scent of affection, become your sensory guides In the quiet darkness calls to whispers if words are ever shared Darkness snuggles with the quiet, through shadows of long nights touching her … More Solstice Souls
The two of us have an ancient kinship A complimentary pairing, moss and stone One of us stands sturdy as foundation The other blankets with a soft embrace As a couple, we play hosts with open arms To a universe of tiny sentient beings They peek through green while grounded in the grey As we … More Moss and Stone
If I critically evaluate the nature of my life; use the tough-love hand I’ve used when I revise a poem, would I delete the habits not needed in my life? revise for measured rhythm in relationships with others? insert smooth transitions? rearrange ideas? choose new perspectives? embrace surprising turns? Can I begin this moment to … More Revision Avoidance (part 2)
It is on fire, the sky. We see it as we walk from under the trees, a flame surrounded by wisps of steel grey. Sunset falls into the lake, the reflection as vibrant as the sky above with an added dimension of gently rippling on the surface of water, another place for the blaze to … More Sunset Reflection
When we scrutinize our connections woven by relationships, the concept of individuality begins to fray into curly threads strewn upon the floor of reality Graphic by Punktemarie.com
In the dark familiar things become unrecognizable while what usually goes unnoticed becomes obvious, essential like snuggling in the dark when touch of skin, scent of affection, become your sensory guides In the quiet darkness calls to whispers if words are ever shared Darkness snuggles with the quiet, through shadows of long nights touching her … More Solstice Souls
On a branch of the maple with leaves trimmed in red a starling with brindled brown feathers sits, now two, now three each on her own branch More congregate sharing the maple but never sharing a branch until in unison they take flight in a crescendo of noisy song and whoosh of wings flying southward … More Migration Love
Love can mutate into brittle codependence paralyzing both from the possibility of growth Keep love fluid, two streams each flowing with integrity of self while changing course together through communion of their hearts This poem was inspired by a passage on marriage from The Prophet written by Kahlil Gibran and published in 1923: Let there be … More Gibran Love
Their eyes do not meet. In one smooth movement he slides his arms into his Armani overcoat and turns toward the door. Their last shared words slip away with little fanfare. Cooks clank dishes, servers make conversation. She does not hear these noises before; now they fill her new silence. She sits motionless as the last eight … More Dissolution
Wind Rush 