A Moment in Time
Warm rain-washed morning Black coffee on the patio Silent slipping of traffic through the mist Heavy, green smell in the air no perfume will ever capture Perfect un-heralded slice of life Mine alone for now
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Poetry
233 works
Attack
A shortness of breath grasping at the breath of life as heart palpitates.
Read More →crossing the bering
if we were all eskimos everything would be so much whiter but we couldn’t tell the dark shade of our sighs and who would we be without our sighs? not eskimos we’d be ice
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And yet I’ve stayed. Against my freedom, against my veins. I stayed and forgot myself in the mirror of nowhere to go. Cover my eyes, cover them, I’d beg. Just trying to feel the breeze, I was. I now am...
Read More →Before
I love life at the funeral In the morning, when the deceased is unknown, warm and still hated When the tax man is about to start his rounds, ruthless and docile When the fingernails of the departed are still growing...
Read More →Dreaming Through Time
Do you know 'what is a dream?', Really understand it?, Engage in it… And become a part of it, Mingling fantasy with reality, Imagining what is and what could be, Needing that special something, Getting lost in the world of...
Read More →Silence Versus Noise
Silence, serene, tranquil, lounging, thinking, dreaming, create, contrive, distract, agitate, banging, blaring, irritating, loud, harsh, Noise
Read More →What If?
What If? As I stop and watch the sun set At the ending of the day, I wonder, if I dare to try Can I make the colors stay? If faith is like a mustard seed And so I believe...
Read More →THE COCONUT CRAB
Who stole my coconut from that tree? What is that creature that I see? Eight unique legs used in pairs and it wears bizarre shells… The Coconut Crab! Hiding by day and working by night… Thief
Read More →The Wonders Of Shape
Draw a shape… large or small, round or tall, all unique, all complete. Shape a letter from the moon, The letter 'c', the letter 'o', nature says to create, inspiration to oblige. Shape a pot, shape a car, draw designs...
Read More →NATURE IN THE SKY
Sun, sun, you shine so bright, Lighting all the people's lives, Oh so warmly with your glow, All of a sunny Summertime. Moon, moon, you reflect the light, Casting it over people's homes, Guiding people who travel at that time,...
Read More →THE SILVER LINING WITHIN THE CLOUDS
I am a woman of 65 years – I have lived a life of regret and tears; I spend my days in a 'dream-like' state – Wondering about 'what if's', and 'what's gone to waste.' My first memory is as...
Read More →At the Arts Festival, Galway
At the Arts Festival, Galway There are swans on the Corrib, Along Quay Street the pubs are Filled to overflowing. They play Edith Piaf in cafes While patrons patiently wait. Outside, buskers ply their trade. Behind the old Spanish Arch...
Read More →THE OLD DARK ROOM OF MEMORIES
That old dark room that lay partially forgotten, Forgotten from mind not forgotten from memory, Memory that if remembered left feelings of loss, Loss of a life treasured in the midst of the past, Past as with all things that...
Read More →Shadow Dwellers
Those who dwell in shadows Are not children of the dark But rather students of anguish and fear Keepers of secrets to be told to every Suffering soul seeking what is lost
Read More →THE BIRD
The bird outside my window sings with a cry, Waking me from sleep early of a morning, Then I rub my eyes and breathe out with a sigh. I hear my brother in the next room snoring, I match it...
Read More →Why Must It Be?
Why must life be Enviously Pursued by the one who scythes Relentlessly? Why must it be contrived Out of need not to be lived but rather Be encaging, cagily? Why can’t the latter She, the Reaper Sit beyond the fuzzy...
Read More →The Chase II
She blew smoke She’s no bloke My heart’s broke My will’s croak Didn’t me coax God she invokes Corpse she provokes Come meet my folks No, no joke I’m no oak She, me, poke No need t’spoke She’s Pepsi and...
Read More →The Door
What’s behind a closed door? I look at one now, white I want to see through it I focus, strain my sight The door I see — does the door see me? This door – or is it a gate?...
Read More →Touch-and-Go
Walked under the moon Three Thursdays ago I looked through my eyes Your face, touch-and-go Sure enough, there it was In the windowpane I looked through your eyes now Vain, no pain, profane How many, I wonder Say just how...
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