Category Archives: Reflections

My tapping brings attention,To someone close behind,A soulful love she senses,A memory in her mind. It’s me my dear a-watching,A kiss I send to you,A caress from my spirit,Like fairies and angels do. My presence to be unknown,A face she cannot see,A mist of feeling follows her,Unbound, forever free. Like a spinning neon dime,A signContinue reading “Walking Girl”

I’ve come upon empty benches,A scattering of voices and dreams,Once filled with people in love,Now empty; burned black,Sitting sorely in pools of sooty water. Winter’s ice burned the benches,Scorching the plantings’ blooms,Each struggling for a spurt of growth,Colorful roses of red and yellow,Begging for a sliver of sun. I pray for one more day,A green-stemmedContinue reading “The Final Winter”

I left my love behind,Like a star when sun arrives,It flew away with you,In a bruise the color blue. I sleep in the heat of shade,To a waterfall’s cascade,Eyes closed in lonely thought,Of love’s embrace now lost. Life’s fumes in nostrils flare,Whining sirens mark despair,In distance hums of man,My lonely walk began. Written words myContinue reading “Separate Ways”

See the green, rolling hills filledwith heather and scatters of granite stones?Pause and take yourself there.Don’t read on,Not just yet.Close your eyes and go there. Do you hear the quietas it hangs in the air, onlyslightly disturbed by a wobbly birdoverhead and the family of horse fliesbuzzing round and roundlike children on a merry-go-round? ReachContinue reading “Rolling Hills”

A soldier returns from the front,From serving in a faraway place,From a life singularly focused,On goals the country chase. In time a homecoming looms,Like a train into a station,Smoke, whistles, and screeching wheels,With thanks from a grateful nation. The wife and children, anxious,To know his mind and his feelings,The soldier now father, husband again,Conjoined inContinue reading “A Thoughtful Return”

Look close at reflections of candlelight,Watch them dance like bumblebees,Hear the fireworks of sparks and pops,Jumping ‘round in flames of glee. Look high upon their crowns,And low where nails drip red,Haunting metaphors in tiny fires,Crackling thorns on feet that bled. Reach in to touch these images,A charcuterie of meat and cheese,Smell the sunflowers of VanContinue reading “Images”

I often travel the catalogue,Of the music my life has played,A rock ‘n roll – rollercoaster,In chapter sequence arrayed. Mother baked pies and cookiesto a poem from the Dylan tree,Good vibrations of Beach Boys singabout time when time was free. Cruising around the drive-in,My friends are there as wewhisper words of wisdomfrom the Beatles’ LetContinue reading “Musical Stories”

Who knew such a simple thingcould give such lasting pleasure.I do love a cup of coffee, that sweet sensationof bitterness and joy, every warm sip like a sip of life.But the cup – it’s just a cup. Or is it? Ahh, well the cup is so much more thana keeper of a boiled, brown brewContinue reading “Cup of Coffee”

Her mien tells tales of trouble,A grimace of cold goodbyes,A cathexis of wasted time,The image of many lies. A puff of breath from her lips,Precedes her mournful plea,A tear rolls down her cheek,Though no one looks to see. She finds comfort wearing a mask,A bandana that hides her eyes,Her pied cheeks lean on the wall,SecureContinue reading “Silent Suffering”

A night of color in smoke and bruise,Arousing sounds of frightening clues,Windswept plains in black of night,Safe, I think on porch in light. Ground covered thick with centipedescrawl o’r my feet as tumbleweedsjump and roll in windy skies,blown from darkness by and by. Brimful seas with coming troubles,Waves that warn with frothy bubbles,Rocks that pullContinue reading “Night Winds Blow”