Before Darkness (a golden shovel poem, with respect to William Carlos Williams)   I can’t say it was a surprise so Why was there so much I didn’t know? I guess it depends On why I did it. The mystery upon which I’ve based my…

Before darkness, the twilight. The sun’s warm beams soften, glow. The harshness of the day subsides. Beauty is intensified. The earth is a canvas painted with peace and warmth, oblivious to all that is not beautiful. Before darkness, preparation. The bittersweet goodbye of a soul,…

No more light I thought we were right Inspiration in my hand Trying hard to understand Thought that he would be the man Now I’m simply faded. Wondering if I really could Will things be better if I should? Never for a minute thought I…

Dark nights in the town, The moon wore a bridal gown. The stars looked happy, twinkled and smiled around. The moon looked graceful but is missing now. The nights are grey, only shadows dance. Why is the moon so shy? Where has she gone, hidden…

Holding the first light In their petals These summer flowers Quite often talk to me The sudden pull of emotions Or hammock of thoughts within me Silently the dewdrops unwrap And I as drench in the fragrance They hide behind the mist of night again

In the moments when promises bound us At the time, when my hand touched yours Yours to hold, to walk together, to cherish Strangers once, now one for next seven births Years have passed, oh is it years? Time has flown with wings widespread Today’s…

“Even the best fall down sometimes, Even the wrong words seem to rhyme, Out of the doubt that fills my mind, I somehow find, You and I, collide…” The lyrics to this beautiful, melodious song, Became the lines to my messed up, sad poem. I…

Driving through the lush green valleys, Newborn babe in tow, All we owned and all we were, Stowed away and traveling forth. Summer’s faded end was nearing. A symbol of our journey, A new leaf, a new page, a new book. The end of an…

In the beginning, I couldn’t wait to get out Now that the end is near, Can’t seem to stop the breaking of my heart. How did I come to love this place? I never planned for it to happen. Tearing, lost and lonely, I found…

I learned in English Lit Water represents rebirth. But what about skies, That wisp overhead, Bleached cotton curtains that Suffocate the scenery? I heard in geology the sky comprises Illusion, gases, and a nitrogen blue That arcs like Aryan eyes While cataract clouds Scuttle. Plath called it…