Ode to the oldies

The 5 Stairsteps were the bomb to me Lead singer Clarence as cute as can be When he sang Baby come back to me I melted and dribbled, got weak in the knnes Billy Stewart, another idol sitting in the park For a girl who…

#24 FINALE View from the window

Thirty glass panels in a grid make my view a visual quilt of my deck. The doors has framed the cast gatherings, surprise parties, happy hours and graduation open houses. The bench, the dining set the chair and ottoman are matching wood, each gifts from…

window

I have been looking out that window Forever and ever There were flowers nd shrubs Duststorms and rains People and cars Today atlast There is you. Standing at my gate..  

Hour 19 – Catch the Grains

It exists only in a shop in West Texas (I changed the location to protect the innocent) (I won’t change much else) Knowing the item for purchase would bring little value to my life As I stand in the gift shop With some girl whose…

From My Window

Neon lighted night sky gently gave way to light stretched out beyond the glass canopied bar, a field of lush tall green comforting my long opened and reddened eyes, peaceful and quite serene cool breeze passes through my curtain, welcomed and at home.   at…

morning -#24

there is a calm quiet at this time of the morning nothing stirring about in the neighborhood no early walkers out for a lap around the block or golf carts in gear across on the green but birds are chirping and the sun is rising…

Sun

My sons shine like smooth red wine My daughter flowers in bloom all the time Radiant beauty Family shining like the sun I am forever grateful for your legacy

The Zoogoers

Out on the street, a steady flow of feet leads to the National Zoo. One of our Smithsonian treasures, bison graze there once again, and a snowy leopard paces nervously as you pass by. The birds in the aviary fly, but they can’t really go…

#12 another day

from the window, where i lived tonight at, i’ve mashed eggshells for the orange plant, lit the rose candle, and grateful that today there is no garbage truck, to remind me of a past life. of orderly hours, although, there’s the man with balding mullet…

Bird calls

Bird calls In the morning A stark reminder That life No matter how Devastating Does go on What we feel Is impermanent Even when absorbed By it This too shall pass This ache will dull This day will end Another will Take it’s place And…