Tyson (A Tanka Poem, Hour Twenty One)

Tyson (Yes, he was a Boxer!)   My gentle giant, Ninety pounds of fun and fur, You kept me laughing. Your silly smile soothed my soul. You left pawprints on my heart.                          …


permitted to seep into the wound, the saline stings; afterwards, the bleeding ceases, breath released – it is a sigh of relief  


The morning sun shines Sky is golden with blue hues Leaves dance in the wind Summer days are always hot Summer nights are for kissing

#12 – Finale

bittersweet ending wounds bled deep in healing form words poured out like rain blood and water flowing down mixing and taking new shape

#5 – Miracle

tiny little hands ten toes curl then open slow a sweet yawn escapes my heart overflows with love at the miracle i made