Hour 6: The Grave of a Poet

An unmarked grave Sans name, sans words Lies outside the town Somewhere around the old library My friend says, it must be a poet But I do not agree Surrounded by weeds Only wildflowers to be seen This tiny space in earth Must be a…

#6- The City and I

Cold and warm at the same time, My blankets heating the ice in me, Seeing only the black behind my eyes, As I pull the hoodie closer to me. The car my little home, Like a tortoise carrying my home around, The comfort of it…

Trudging On (Hour 6)

Calm settles upon us, and the shrill of the night is heard on both hemispheres.   In these four extant corners of convergence, the earth, the wind, the fires, and the waters melt into our virtual migrations.   Even as cardinal points make synaptic sketches,…

When the world seems a blur, Wipe away a tear Overcome your fear Unceasing the feelings were, You are in love, My dear! Of all the songs I hear, Your voice is Just clear! All I know And live for is The love, so pure!

The View- Hour 6

And then I imagined that the deck of the ship was a dance floor that graced my feet Orange skies with streaks of purple Colors so deep I could feel the texture of their richness within my soul The smell of the sea calling out…

One Saturday Night

One Saturday Night My shopping cart is empty. I’m browsing, looking, hoping to find something interesting, something I think I need, maybe the excuse of a gift for someone but no one I know is having a birthday/anniversary soon, no holidays approaching worthy of a…

Room

Loneliness within this walls, Thousands thoughts within the mind, Silence within this room, Screaming dreams within the mind,   Thousands thoughts within the mind, Emptiness in the eyes, Screaming dreams within the mind, Unspoken words in the mouth,   Emptiness in the eyes, Silence within…

21~6

without a sound i never heard a quiet that deafens  so loudly   hurting my ears   until the day i went from here to there standing on the edge of a cliff   listening   into the wilderness of the past out west  …

Little Golden Heart

On little paws She walks like a queen She’s sweet and nibble Until she trips and falls She glances around, hoping It was unseen! Tiny golden lady, She was born to run through trees Tumbling with other puppies She only reached for grace Amongst the…

Moving from place to place

Foot moved from left to right. sand, gravel, dirt, concrete. No car but miles of the slower path. Stopping to smell the roses and picking fresh wild berries. Talking and laughing. No need to hurry on a nice afternoon.