2 floors up,above the swirling littered dreams,I watched – eyes red.He came – shuffling, head down,gnarled bony hands hung loose,A ravaged fedora perched,on bleached white straw.I stepped outside myself and stared,feeling his age and pain.And for a moment forgot my own,began to smile,realizing as he passed,he was whistling… ml’98 (New
Author: Mark
Simply Beautiful
They say ‘A smile is a beautiful thing.’ but even more beautiful are the people and things that make you smile. Smiles are kind of sneaky, creeping across your lips when you least expect them, when the weight of the world is on your shoulders or you are deep in
Looking Up To Childhood
Who doesn’t remember lying on your back in the Summer sun cloud gazing? Such memories, guessing the cloud shapes with Clay on the back of wet cedar log. Or on a raft in the middle of the bay, with the smell of salt and the drone of pals playing in
Marionette Messages
Willow marionettes dancewaltzing on tender stringsslowly, to the lullabyof a river breeze.Gently she callssiren hidden from sightby an overhanging firdipping its tips in the eddy,mischievious lurefor a lurking trout.I stop and listena message in the windin a language beyond soundfelt and not heardpresent, future, distant pastkaleidoscope images streammaybe, yes, nevermorea
Love Is An Avocado
Love is an avocado,tough leather skinprotecting from hurt,pain and griefonce we piercegentlyleather turnsto soft fleshsweet and smilingnurturing our belief,a warmth clinginglike a mother’s armsaround the stonethat holds our hopesand dreams,but wait too longthe leatherhardensand fruit insidepast its’ best before date. ml’24
