whisper my name whisper my bane whisper my lane whisper my heart whisper my craze whisper my crave whisper my take whisper my idol whisper my cake

Window to another dimension thrills my earthly soul. Window high enough to see my destiny into space. Elements of earthly structures covered with lacey vines. Eyes see into the future–escapes realities view. Newness of perspective carries pastels blue and white hue. It’s a picture of…

Go away atrocious one! Can’t you see I’m on the run Why do you visit me at this ungodly hour Your presence brings me annoyance and leaves the taste in my mouth sour   Just before i open the door I pray the ringing bell…

Hour 5 – Friendship   The space in front of the great Oak tree was right for Laura and Tanya. There they laid the blanket, resting as they emptied their Picnic box.   Cheddar cheese and crackers, two wine glasses, generously poured. laughing and enjoying…

Life oscillates between too much space and not enough ————– We plant sunflowers in the front yard then pick them for our patio (beauty can never be close enough). An oak tree is cut down for poetry. Nails are bitten to the quick. And there’s…

Solitude (Hour Five) Evening falls cruelly as she sits by the window gazing through a gauzy sheer curtain at the unkempt garden below, where a  gangly tangle of sunflowers bend their heads toward earth as the sky darkens and shadows fall across the pavement just…

There lived a couple close by, whose story is a truth  and not a lie. A wife an injury did sustain as she complained of a posterior pain. When elaborating to others, a confusion arose, because comparing her husband to an Ass she always did…

I had a roommate once she had skin like caramel and she liked to tell us stories   One day after dinner we asked why she’d rather sit on the pavement to knit while we drowned our sorrows in wine   She smiled like the…

I follow a path of twists and turns while anticipating the taste of freedom. Peaks and valleys keep the destination interesting for miles. My divine tribe grounds my truest form of self: “E” withstands my sarcasm and passionate outbursts. “J” embraces my moodiness and days…

Death has lent his whispers the pain of sorrow has filled my heart I gaze up at the despairing heavens imploring the miracle of life.   Death has spoken to the one I love Go away, I say. Go Away! I gaze up at the…