The bee flew across the field, its merry flight bouncing like sunlight on a lake until the water stretched under him his belly almost brushing the ripples as the air blew gently across the surface his eyes, bright with wonder of the world spied the perfect flower a globe mallow, orange, round, and beautiful his … More Third one’s a charm
poem 2 eyes that dance with delight lips that frame a crooked grin laughter that sings through the air resting in a gentle soul Life is given us in small wee moment increments given by God, Himself Abrupt peals of joy interspersed with a silent anthem of contentment and life is good
Day 1: With an avalanche thoughts run off the surface of my snow covered mind
Last night, my girlfriends and I went to a concert in Philadelphia. We saw Amanda Palmer. I enjoyed the show, but hated the political agenda. I came to hear stories, to hear songs and to enjoy myself. Being bombarded with the I hate Donald Trump and everything in the White House was a disappointment to … More a concert happened. …
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Below there is a room with no windows a portal to the past where fear and terror live on in my mind inside this room is a computer-a witness to my shame in a dark web lurks the source of future fear i know that the record of my humiliation and sorrow still haunt the … More Windowless Room
Blue is trust; the sky is blue, the sea blue, too Blue is the colour of mourning, we feel blue, the mood is blue blue is the colour of awakening-blue skies, blue blazes and blue was the colour of my father’s eyes-faithful and true-my best friend blue is love green is the colour of spring; … More Blue
It has been difficult letting go of Mom and Dad. It has been made more difficult by the fact that I am the one who has to sort through and distribute their possessions. Mom and Dad were both hoarders. It happens that I am one, too. Letting go is difficult. Sorting through Mom’s bookshelf was … More Letting go is difficult
each star points to dawn with rays that spread across the heavens they know that in our hearts and souls we need the light and it rises from the earth once again to light our path. We walk through the day–seeking what we do not know yet sometimes we find a treasure we needed to … More Dawn
This is for you Yvonne (that’s Rusty to me): It has been a while since I have been on here–partly my own fault, part fault of having a broken wrist that does not afford me the opportunity to actually type. So I sit and think about things that have happened recently and so very much … More A Drive through the Countryside
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