There is somethingabout a passing queenregal posture wavingjewels sparklingon the wateras she gesturesOnward! to her realmthen dances southwardaccompanied by the murmurof her passing wake ml’25 (cruise ship watching at sunset)
Poetry
I have been writing poetry since the 2nd grade. Why stop now?
Poetry
Soul Symphony
Deep percussion of a passing tugoverlaid with the light rattleof incoming tide on shalewhile overhead falsetto gullsserenade in counter pointto natures steady batonbringing oohs and aahsfrom those willingto look and listenthis is my soul symphonyin my head it has drummedcountless days and nightsfar, far from the salty shores. ml’25(first time
Poetry
Diving Into Rhapsody
Stand on the edgetoes curled coldand feel the breezewafting aspen whisperswith the sumac dancingto lyrics unheardin the blue light of dawnoverlaying velvet wavesof rippling breathbefore the firstpianissimo strainsrising from the deepreflection of the pool. You plungethe bracing chillwith frozen embracein deep tonesfrom your chestspreading to your toeslithe chords of rhapsodya
Poetry
Crowded Places
Crowded placesswirling likemaple walnutice creamcold but sweetin the momentswhen eyes meetand a tiny smileflickersbefore the tidemoves onwardleaving a memoryfaint but realin the plastic crowdthat surrounds us.Maybe one daythe crowd will returnand another smilefaint and shortwill leaveits own memory. ml’25
Poetry
That Certain Beauty
I saw that beauty once,through the window of a passing car,or perched on the naugahyde chairat the end of my melamine table. I heard that beauty once,heralded by a tinkly bell laugh,that raised the hair on my arm,and spoke of joy. I touched that beauty once,the electricity lingerslong after the
Poetry
Sunset
Sunset fades into darknessedged by violet and green,fuzzed at the horizonin a wisp of fogwaiting to descendand drop prisms of wateron the morning leavesdraped on the sumacthat rings my garden. Family fades to distanceedged by glints of sunlight,fuzzed by adventures callin a line of asphaltwaiting to be drivenbetween McDonalds french