Photo by Andrew Shaughnessy                                                                                   …

(apologies to Clement Clark Moore) Beet, jacket tremor bayou elbow lightbulb cinnamon bucket elk carport Twas the night before harvest  When all through the bayou Not one elk was a’stirin, not one little boo  The carport was lit by a single lightbulb in the hopes…

Image Prompt by Martin Torrez ( With apologies to Louis Carol) “The time has come” the Walrus said To talk of many things: Of Wills—Estates —and who gets what— And why there are no blinds- And whether there’s hereafter.  ************************************* What  does one leave in…

                              Ten years in the past Young people in school Fell in lust for each other But how could it last? The years quickly past With studies and work. The birth…

Image Prompt by Frank Ching My world is getting smaller  My patch, stitched down  Wings now clipped Walls closing in Eyes dimming Colours fading in the light Now how fast or slow           ‘Till My fingers feel for Silk, and sand…

 photo prompt by y-s   There once was a man on the trail When at once it started to hail Wth no place to run And a hot cross bun He said,” To hell with it let’s sail.”

Hope isn’t just 4 lettered word It is beyond that. It is uncertainty, affirmation, a mix of everything yet nothing. I see hope in colours, in speeches, in pauses, in the eyes. Maybe, 26 alphabets arent enough to describe it. It opposes perfection yet surpasses…

She wakes up with a bit of whimsy Because she has a special closet A closet of dreams she can go anywhere she can be anything She is never ever lonely Because she has special friends In her closet of dreams she can play with…

weightless. Motion rising. Lift off. Heart racing. smiles form. Crying is heard. Fun and scary. Not for everyone.

Hope shines like the sun In the midst of winter cold Wow! Hope’s forever!!