WORDS OF LIFE   Sunflower, Sunflower in the yard; Why is poetry so friggin’ hard. Your beauty is inspiring . . . My thoughts perspiring . . . The sun itself has me charred!   Knitting is not something I do… It’s a gift given…

grandma in her rocking chair knitting sunflowers the color of cheddar cheese knitting sunflowers because that’s what she knew best to work on her knitting loom from where i lay on the rug the pattern seemed dark, distant space but when i squinted an oak…

torn pages from a Christie mystery scattered on a hardback chair, cracked wine glass dripping blood red drops of wine on the oak floor, she left in haste running away from the scene of crime. the space where her happiness wilted and almost died. now…

Prompt: a poem with chosen key words. Cheddar cheese, You and me, With the wine glass under our oak tree… A secret little hardback hides a gift for thee — One sunflower; Bright with glee.

Unending time turns falling down over again; sand infinity.

The Composer What heavenly symphony rises weaved by the eternal master that freezes the moment of reincarnation the dry yellow dances over the verdant green where death meets life in the deep Hour 4 @varenyas

The rusty old piano sits there Years of disuse Centuries of neglect

Steady and quiet, only you can hear its call and recognize the tone, the cry, the cadence and timbre rising from within, wanting to be heard, fighting to not be ignored or pushed down. Sometimes it soothes, at times it warns, but it is always…

To swim in your eyes is the desire, perhaps the pathway to your heart is way too crowded.

years and years later, a neon lit cheerful looking museum enshrines,  memories- silver and black faded  photos of human faces; preserved in their emotional intensity. a careful study for all to  observe and consume. purple flowing rivers, black dahlias blooming in crystals, simulated fifth dimensional…