LIFE'S FINAL EDITION
posted 8 days ago | 5 comments
As an old newspaper, all is black on white.
Our attention shifts to bold black headings,
with ensuing tales of grief or heroism.
Our mindset seeks the sensational.
A stranger's misery,
the magnet attracting our steely gaze.
Editorials, the page of...
Our attention shifts to bold black headings,
with ensuing tales of grief or heroism.
Our mindset seeks the sensational.
A stranger's misery,
the magnet attracting our steely gaze.
Editorials, the page of...
A LIFE MEASURED IN MOMENTS
posted 13 days ago, updated about 24 hours later | 2 comments
A sundial sits in a manicured yard.
Slowly the shadow shifts,
as though God manually moves the sun.
A mahogany grandfather clock chimes melodiously,
as the pendulum sways with its' golden orb in motion.
Each of us carries an inner sundial,
chartin...
Slowly the shadow shifts,
as though God manually moves the sun.
A mahogany grandfather clock chimes melodiously,
as the pendulum sways with its' golden orb in motion.
Each of us carries an inner sundial,
chartin...
MAPQUESTING, ADULTHOOD
posted 25 days ago | 3 comments
Allow yourself the luxury to grow. With growth comes pain. Change will accompany you as you grow. Let it be your companion. Yet, learn to discern which changes allow you to reach up for the sun, rather than those which are trampled down in ruts of...
STEPPING STONES TO SPRING
posted 28 days ago | 1 comment
The stepping stones to spring
hold winter's majesty.
As prism like icicles
dance from barren trees.
A nocturnal Winter's sky.
A celestial display.
As stars and moon unite,
above the wolves who bay.
Though Spring may seem allusive,
and countless we...
hold winter's majesty.
As prism like icicles
dance from barren trees.
A nocturnal Winter's sky.
A celestial display.
As stars and moon unite,
above the wolves who bay.
Though Spring may seem allusive,
and countless we...
SLUETHING ALONGSIDE NANCY DREW
posted about 1 month ago | 4 comments
My inner sleuth rummages through a distant past.
I probe clouded memories concealed beneath my First Communion dress.
Covert, was I in my Catholic school uniform, with the dark blue tie.
I spoke in the vernacular of the sixtys. My hula hoop was re...
I probe clouded memories concealed beneath my First Communion dress.
Covert, was I in my Catholic school uniform, with the dark blue tie.
I spoke in the vernacular of the sixtys. My hula hoop was re...
THE DUNGEON OF MY MIND
posted about 1 month ago | 3 comments
Blank is the page of my mind,
as words taunt me in jumbled letters.
I've created a self made paradox.
My muse hides in a dungeon,
where darkness prevails.
Impenetrable, are its' walls.
The solitary key to its lock
lies in a hidden mind field.
The ...
as words taunt me in jumbled letters.
I've created a self made paradox.
My muse hides in a dungeon,
where darkness prevails.
Impenetrable, are its' walls.
The solitary key to its lock
lies in a hidden mind field.
The ...
DECEMBER'S GIFT
posted 2 months ago, updated 6 minutes later | 7 comments
My gift to you is peace.
Peace in our world, peace in families, peace of mind.
My gift to you is warmth.
A fire in a hearth, a warm embrace, a warm heart.
My gift to you is hope.
Hope for the future, hopes of pure joy, all hope renewed.
My gift to...
Peace in our world, peace in families, peace of mind.
My gift to you is warmth.
A fire in a hearth, a warm embrace, a warm heart.
My gift to you is hope.
Hope for the future, hopes of pure joy, all hope renewed.
My gift to...
A WINTER'S FIELD
posted 2 months ago | 5 comments
On a barren branch, a Cardinal awaits his mate.
He, bedecked in plumage of deep scarlet.
She in simple brown, yet marked in telltale red.
Their melody echoes over a landscape of snow,
bejeweled by their vivid crimson presence.
Alongside, melting i...
He, bedecked in plumage of deep scarlet.
She in simple brown, yet marked in telltale red.
Their melody echoes over a landscape of snow,
bejeweled by their vivid crimson presence.
Alongside, melting i...
MY THANKSGIVING CORNUCOPIA
posted 2 months ago | 5 comments
Upon my table, a simple cornucopia.
Bright with flowers and greenery.
How pleasing to the eye.
Between every leaf,
a memory of days gone by.
Memere's French meat stuffing,
piled high in her antique bowl.
While the aroma of Pepere's cigar,
lingers ...
Bright with flowers and greenery.
How pleasing to the eye.
Between every leaf,
a memory of days gone by.
Memere's French meat stuffing,
piled high in her antique bowl.
While the aroma of Pepere's cigar,
lingers ...
THE GENTLE ZEPHYR
posted 3 months ago | 4 comments
An Easterly wind blows, as I walk.
In its current, I feel your spirit.
It musses my hair and lightens my step.
I stop and close my eyes.
I inhale your scent.
I'm enveloped in your essence.
Because I know you, I feel your heart beat.
The air become...
In its current, I feel your spirit.
It musses my hair and lightens my step.
I stop and close my eyes.
I inhale your scent.
I'm enveloped in your essence.
Because I know you, I feel your heart beat.
The air become...
