#7- Home

The sky is always alive here It seems to have a mind of its own Shining a halo of light down As though the heavens glorify

Snapshot of Joy

Snapshot  of Joy iPhone pic number 10 Of course My daughter with her three daughters My heart’s treasures.   A perfect snapshot of Joy Everybody clean. Everybody color coordinated. Everybody pink and white. Everybody smiling. Almost laughing…in that moment. Sometimes in the course of daily…

When it is about you

Hour – 5 when it comes to you They warned me, I am limitless When it comes to you They advised, I am uncontrollable When it about you But all i know is that conveying me a direction inferring me a path Directing me towards…

Hour Seven – BBQ

BBQ   On the way home from the picnic we both mentioned how long it had been! Back yard BBQ. New acquaintances. Friendly questions: Where do you live? How do you know (the hosts)?   What may have seemed normal, now is still feeling strange….

Hour 4: 100 Years

In a century the plants will cover our memories. The fences we partitioned, the walls we we set to divide the land, all buried beneath the intertwining mass of green and black ivy. Our bodies long dead, voices lost, all that held meaning dissapeared. Dissolved…

Hour 7 “Crying without Tears” Ron Scott

A title of his poem, suggested title for his book relatable more than ever. I remembered when I first heard the news. All regrets of the words I meant to say to you, but hadn’t. The shy poet writing in her notebook was too shy…

Poem 7

After the storm After the harsh wind blew ~ the leaves off the trees After the rain d r o w n s the life off the beings After the gray clouds deprived the ground of sunlight there you’ll see a new life may it…

7. Kite

I want to make a kite, as big as a house , paint it in colors, bright and shiny, and fly it from a hill with a thread that never ends. I want to fly it so high up and maybe fly with it. To…