Behind Glass (Hour 17)

They stand there and stare and make weird silly faces Knock on my walls  putting me though their paces  Hairy and stout ones they come by in crowds Tall ones and short ones Most vulgar and loud   Sometimes they throw money pennies bouncing in-mass …

There Must Be Balance (Hour 16)

Tornadoes and cyclones  increasing each year Volcanoes and earthquakes strike millions with fear  The sun grows hotter  each June and July  There’s snowfall in Florida no one is quite sure why    People are hungry and angrier now our small planet bursting her seams Cars…

Hour 3: The State of Our Here and Now

Guns have more rights than woman’s wombs. Death is more lauded than life. Funerals are more prevalent than weddings. Hospice hurts while hospitals no longer heal. Father’s love can not be valued in conventional currency. The sky offers more hope than any book. A simple…

Poem 24

The night drags on and still I sit here Alone in my room with just my pen with me These are the nights to be remembered fondly Where a task was given and was then completed I have stood against the night and I have…

Poem 12 – We Love Sleep

  Sleep is his absolute favourite 12 hours a day, that’s just basic A comfortable blanket and ample space That’s how he likes to savour it Any hour of the day he picks Not a cuddler but loves curling up That’s my cat, a tiny…

He’s Not Mine (Hour 15)

Tall, lithe and a sailing man distinguished, respectful and kind  I fervently wish you were mine.  Your touch so gentle upon my skin, your lips spread love into my soul, Wishing I was your end goal.    Your visits though short they are,  are so…

#12

Six of us piled in a car drove to the beach at 9PM. The most peaceful place to be. We’d walk we’d run we’d splash we’d climb the rocks we’d talk No judgement.

#22

Tenderness a feeling an emotion Tenderness soft gentle Tenderness grandma’s hands mom’s kiss Tenderness

#24

Today so much to do Tomorrow so much more to do All because yesterday I put off til tomorrow what I could have done today.

#23

For One More Day  (Mitch Albom) we all hope for it we expect it. A time will come when our days will be numbered. Sometimes we know with sickness others not. One more day seems insignificant until it’s here. What to do? Who to see?…