How could I know the last time we hugged would be forever? How can it be I will no longer see your hands, your eyes, your smile? I can still hear your whistle (in the end, so soft like a whisper, but there, nonetheless) I…

Get out of your head and into your heart. Call in the light to see in the dark. Remember your essence, remember the truth. Nothing and no one can take that from you. Feed your soul with poetry and song Laugh til it hurts and…

Stretching towards the sun Like long leafy fingers Garnished with autumnal hues The remnant of spring that lingers Above my head as I look up It seems go on up forever Trying to grasp the endless sky In a truly doomed endevour What do I…

Umbrellas 1/2 marathon poem #5 Raindrops fall upon dancing umbrellas On an English summer’s windswept day Children jumping embracing their mothers In an English weather’s cabaret. (C) Scott Coe 2020

There once was a newlywed fella Equipped with a wondrous umbrella. Said his blushing young bride, “Please don’t open inside. The weather in there is quite stella!”

Intelligence, Resilience, Tenacious, Loving, Nurturer. Immigrating from a country that didn’t give her many opportunities, She risked everything for the betterment of her child, So that her daughter would thrive in the land of opportunities, So that she could see her child enjoy a life…

I stood on the ground and looked up at the sky But tree branches covered my eye Enveloped by the greying branches the sky whispered, “I am high”.   Spread in majesty the tree branches clasped in unison Intent on masking the light of the…

Night draws the curtain of stars lit by the lantern of moonshine and lullaby of the sailing breeze captures the sleep, the sparkling streams cascade into ripples that gurgle against the rocks as playful fireflies retreat behind trees.

There isn’t always a tunnel for light to come through. At times it shines above you through the trees. We are so focused on what’s ahead forgetting to look up.

You can tell when a woman has been through a lot, it’s the weariness of her face. The erasure of her smile replaced with a blank stare. She isn’t broken just tired of the lies. Don’t mistake or assume her demise. She hasn’t lost hope….