I Think…
I think I would rather be, amongst the poor, the homeless, the sleeping hungry, than amongst the rich, who spend all day stressing over future wealth, their snobbishness a facade…
Poetry
Flight
Taste the wind,cast over landscapestorn and scoredby the talonsof a vulturerending graniteinto dustwhile silent screamsin jagged shardsflow through the bleaknessin your mind. Spread your arms,fingers stretchedand cry shrilllike nailson a…
Bliss
Bliss comes in many forms,chocolate ice creamwith rice krispies,granola in my yogurt,the smell of baking bread,finding notesfrom long-lost friendstucked into the pagesof a tattered book,the tiny red headthat pops up…
Sunday Morning Sunlight
A quiet chill Redolent of last nights fire A tang trapped in the dew That pocks the lawn with a thousand bursts Like a carpet of sleeping fireflies A distant…
Salt Air And Memories
Deep sea waits, flexing its’ fingers as it looks skyward Logs glisten in the sun, freshly rained on – hopeful Pebbles wait softly sighing in the wake of the tide…
Harmonies
The music of growing old harmonies left behind by those on the stairs light years ahead to the left and right soft grass above dancing with doves chasing clouds and…