“I am going  out to clean the pasture spring” from “An Invitation The Pasture “ Robert Frost’s Poem by Louis Untermeyer   a new season arising just like springtime in our lives encountering and enriching forever refreshing and ever inflaming in our hearts   moving…

Feel my gentle caress, my fingertips of lust. As you slowly undress, I could nearly combust. Teasing what I obsess, making your body thrust.   Yet as your hips thrust, to this tender caress. I feel your heart combust, stopping your undress. Now your eyes…

  It’s late and hard to Sustain His brain sings the same Refrain Life was not planned Judicious Trying to stay living is ludicrous Deep in the night lives Phantom He strikes song his only AnthemThe song he sang as Anthem Carried his heart to…

a few petals left on the carpet two cats chasing each other on the Wall sticker

cross stitching pictures in a quiet afternoon sun takes time to count right    

the Garden in full bloom the tables empty the smell of hot chocolate filling the house with No children from the neighbour s party birthdays turn children into adults now and then

telling me the Time to go out for a walk ordering me about to play i learn to play with a ball telling me the time without knowing it to get up early in the morning letting me know he loves me without words telling…

Time flys:  Reading Facebook posts, waiting for the next prompt Time flys: I can’t retain my thoughts long enough to get them on the page. Time flys: John asks “You wanna go to bed or what?” I fantasize about saying yes to both. Time flys:…

cherry trees in bloom so red… just as the rash in His face… he talks to her and His face becomes more red than the cherries she holds in her hand… under White cherry blossoms His face is pale white and covered by a White…

The silver lining. All too clearly I recall the day She taught me to look for it – My faux mother. I’d been there for weeks it seemed. Would they never take me home? “I go outside to see Mommy now.” I told her. “What??”…