surrender I thought I knew love when I was younger in the days before life and death wrote my life like a soap opera.   in all those deus ex machina moments I thought I knew love locked in the mysteries of trust or blindness…

Changes leads to goodbye, For the first time in September, I worried on where I’m going, On what I’m after, On where I was before, I worried on everything that happened. And happens simultaneously. It’s like a tapestry of events, Happening once more.   They…

I woke to her weeping He declined quickly Particular – although they’d likely say ‘undiagnosed’ now Proud, traditional too Farmers are like that, I recall seeing the droughts I woke to her weeping The land had once been parched, now so was he Unable to…

childhood among the sunflowers 🌻 suburban sunflowers bow to whimsical wooden swings bees fly summer breeze     Note: (Sunflowers and wooden swings are precious and meaningful to me, my father built me a wooden swing that I spent hours going back and forth pretending…

Prompt Seven – Text Prompt: The viator is a poetic form invented by Robin Skelton It’s a pretty simple form where the first line is used again as refrain in the second line of the second stanza, and the third line of the third stanza,…

There’s not many Who could say They saw me through My darkest days When times were bad There’s not many In fact, there really Isn’t any Who had the strength To see me through There’s not many Not even you So know I’ll be fine…

Are words enough? As silence falls With ready tears And pieces of my heart. I wonder aloud, Are words enough? To reconnect And pull you close. Our guarded embrace – murmured thoughts Are words enough? To make you stay. Through turbulent, biting anger. rage against…

Again I did it again, I pretended to not miss you, I pretended to not think about you, I pretended to walk away, I was the one who say bye, I am the one who said I am sorry, I am the one that says…

Often when I write I do not write. Nor do I speak or voice my thoughts. I do. That’s who I am. In the face Of all I hold true. I do.   So when the hurt hurts my heart Often when I write I…

Swan Lake Swan Lake for some is but a dance But, here, it is vacation A camping trip that at a glance Yields rest and relaxation Picturesque hints of crystal blue Meet up with forest green A break from life, a fond adieu From all…