I look into you eyes And do you look at me? No you avoid my eyes you know what my eyes tell you. Stronger than any word ever invented, nor written. you know I look into your eyes with a deep longing, a love so…

Wait! I love you, please don’t leave. I know I never told until now. But I was scared. Scared that you didn’t love me. Or that you did. So please don’t leave. These words bubble in my throat, But can’t burst through my lips.

the geraniums have been listening to Leonard Cohen everyday; I tried to introduce them to Billy Joel but they were not interested in more than a broken Hallelujah so we all sit in the evening sipping sunsets from our wine glasses longing for something we…

I’m barely out of bed and will not be using the prompt, which sound extremely cool by the way… My hour one poem is destined by circumstance to be short; therefore, a haiku:   Waking with the thrill Of grand anticipation And just twelve minutes…

The smile, the small gestures, the quiet laughter They are all but shadows Slowly fading into nothing   Grasping, chasing, capturing All but futile Everything has faded   The rain have washed them away The sunshine have erased them thoroughly

Summers of my youth grandparents Northwoods lake home awakened each day by preset alarm of waves gentle Horseshoe Lake, water softly lapping sand rhythmic, kindergarten teacher hand clap calling me to come…come…come… and I would, every summer morning, rain or shine cooling off in lake…

01 2017 poetry marathon August 5, 2017, morning dawns in Oakland by Paul Robert Sanford The lights are coming on in the tall buildings. A few cars rush past on their way to wherever people go at dawn. One dark charcoal colored SUV leads the…

The wind breathed fire into the hollowness.   You whimpered as water dripped off the side of the swaying earth.   A rhythmic sound.

Best friends walk along the sea, If they continue long enough, they will arrive at the start. But can they make it? For it has been 11 days since their arrival, And none know how they ended up on such vacant land, With trees as…

With fire I love thee Conspire For wealthy Retire Be healthy And while We beat feet Entirely Hell free And tires Which pop me Can’t tire My bellfree It’s funny And healthy I missed my First hour Of poetry 😅 @KateJannuzzi