Torches light the path tonight Exuberant exhilaration course through the atmosphere alive Follow its upward intent successfully  

The green wingback chairs, the cookie drawer, Sandwiches made with butter and honey, The dinners and back rubs and lullabies under pale coverlets, Gifts of precious time and of money. Surprised by this saltwater Out of sight, out of mind, is a powerful lie.

Fell on my ass But the best part Was standing on glass Made it look like art Dropped phone on my face Not in the usual way Wrapped it in lace Made it look like faberge Melted plastic in my ear You will laugh for…

  You are gone now on your journey away from me, i miss you the little boy, full of questions and mischief, the serious teenager, dressed as a goth, so full of music and fun. Still talking , close, trusting. You are on your journey…

I miss us Can this be the shortest poem ever? I miss us is such a long poem but; But it may be shortened to fit the one thing I miss about us; If I mention it, night would turn twilight, day would end in a…

Time ticks. I can’t stop it.   Stop ticking time.   Time fills my mind too much of the time.    

And that this place may thoroughly be thought True paradise, I have the serpent bought. John Donne I carry darkness with me to the brightest day, when, falling from my careful grasp, it tumbles – careful and complete – into the moments of the earliest…

Come away with me. We have finished our duty here, And you must be so tired. We can shed these forms, And surrender to oblivion.

Many miles separate me From my family, they’re my pride. A country border, many states I’d have to cross To be by their side. My two sons make me laugh As we stumble through the days My daughter in law makes me smile As we…

Poor Madame X – her indolence all exposed: one never does a lick of work in a little black dress with jeweled straps like this   Poor Madame Pierre Gatreau her soul’s bare shoulders exposed – her identity speedily reviled by haute society.   Poor…