Got lost today Hopefully to find a new way A way through darkness To the light A way that flowers grow Swaying in the wind   I left prepared for the journey Everything I thought if needed Would be within arms reach Now I’m here…

Close to the end, Daybreak in sight I’ve made it through day and harrowing night And while it was a journey I come away from I made it not alone, but with all of you. While the sun yet rises I hear sleep call my…

The splash of rain on pavement As many head to work Black on black umbrellas Suits and shoes and Briefcases And colorless sedans Crowd a heavy street There on the bleak street corner Is the friend I’ll meet A splash of color in the black…

Jabbering and yammering, Talking into tomorrow, What’s a clock? I don’t know her! Laughter echoing, Through screens and minds alike, Holding hands up to our ears, Trying to cut off the piercing noise. These the only times of silence, Between hours of conversations, Talking over…

When the world comes crashing down You know where I’ll be, We’ll have Irish scones And wash it down with some tea. How would you like your scones, my love- Jam? Clotted cream? I hope the tea isn’t too hot, my love I hope it…

  Randidawn Dawn breaks through the umbra- Her eclipsing miam–her fortitude as she faces discord risen from ashy shadows ruminating over the breaking glow, sunbeams illumine the inherent delight within the souls warmed with tenderness she exudes. Her brilliance manifests itself in shades of color,…

Friendship 1/2 marathon poem #6 Feeling friendship Sensing love Needing cuddles Having fun Feeding feelings Laughing joy Wanting friendship Here today. (C) Scott Coe 2020

Long before our hearts met There was hidden camaraderie Between our eyes In shared laughter Stolen glances Inside jokes Hyperbolic hilarity Tempered with tangible truth  

  CLOUDS IN JUNE   a funny dark cloud followed little June down her street one day, as if to say, “I’d like to make good use of your time.”   Naturally she scurried away, closed the door of wood behind her, only to hear…

The bonfire roars into the night Crackling twigs erupt in a furor They dance, drink, and laugh around the perimeter In light of summer’s sweet charity The crickets play violin on their legs The music of night, the lullaby of the earth Into the hay…