Forget you – 18/24

  I’m outlining my halo with a silver line inspired by the smiles that I’d hope to find Initially I saw you and Instantly I knew that my intentions were to be born with great words from you I feel like a predator But I…

Seventeenth poem

Memories, every day, Sewn into a square. It’s past halfway, Multicolored, and it may Be big enough to share.

Witch

Some say I am a witch, a comforting thought. ‘My other car is a broom’.   But that means I am free to fly into the night, to laugh like nothing else matters, to let go of the wheel because the broom will take me…

Sexiness

Show a lil skin Attention will begin Onlookers will include prior rejectors Who failed to see your potential It will all be shallow though Unless there’s a diamond in the rough Realizing it takes time to build the kinda stuff that endures Especially love Your…

Caress

Caress me closer. Too your love. Where your love. Is flow so gentle. Into my soul

Will I Survive?

My feet carried me to a forked road Within the dark prison of forest I must be safe, I must crack the code I must not travel when I forebode I need to find a safe place to rest Both roads had suffered the sting…

Hour 17–Wall Clock

Dad had a schedule every Wednesday every Sunday he wound the old clock They’d had it since the 60’s They had requested it when the old church in Pittsburgh was torn down. It was retrieved from the hall where a youthful Mom and Dad had…

Night Nurse

The cows are lowing tonight in the field below our small, white house. It reminds me of my babies, many years ago, in their small, white crib. I would sit with them, lowing, and rocking, and giving milk to their thirsty lips. We sustained each…

Lessons Never Learned

I am too tired to make a poem now. It’s late, and Hobbits grace my flatted tube. My stomach hurts from eating way too much, But I get bored without a bit to taste. Unorganized, my house, it’s such a mess. Too many jobs. Too…

Album

pages stuffed with old photos of those who entered and left my life painful and beautiful memories of years past, and happy times pictures of smiling faces images of those who came before some sitting, and some standing with their feet flat on the floor if the day…