Poem 13 – The Road Less Traveled   A came to a fork in my road And not knowing which one to take, I looked down the one – To see as far as I could in deed And then down the one with the…

Poem 12 – Acknowledging Shifts   I feel the change The shift in side   Is this the way forward? I fear to think my time Has been for naught.   This feeling, This pain, This anger – Can no longer hide.   Change is…

Poem 11 – Friendship   His big brown eyes Stare into my soul He knows – He can feel my pain   He props his front legs up on the couch and rests his head down on my leg Just as a tear runs down…

My starry, starry knight Swirls of black Swirls of blue I thought he was my dream come true. Captured so long ago By his smile, by his face By his seeming endless grace   Now there’s no star No light No way to live my…

step by step your hand holding mine the train moves slowly the landscape further like the props for a stage play on the corridors same footsteps wheeling the handluggage the summer heat making you sleepy everything moves slower together frozen in time like in a…

Your hands are pouring light all around Your hands are healing everything about There is nothing to do, Nothing to pay attention to, Nothing to care for Your hands are strong and proud They know what to do Where to go and who to meet…

Tentative steps, unrehearsed, moving awkwardly. Gaining pace, each other’s grace lends fluidity Half-remembered forms returning as the music plays, Confidently stepping forward, trusting each to know the way. Heading for that vital moment, landing blind in perfect time, Tempo heating up, the movement coming forth from…

The great Joker has come back With all his tricks The great conjuror Of all misfortunes He’s stuck on my back And want me to go full on To the end of my track Where there is nothing left And all abound Here and there…

Echo forth, the staccato notes of Xylophone strikes in frantic Time, pinging off the Eardrum’s taut skin and Merging with the pounding of the Pulse that beats somehow Off-tempo with the Rumba rhythm of the Aortic bagpipes, that Never-ceasing song of Ever-decreasing length, with Osseous…

The time goes fast it won’t last