Writing
2012
THE SILVER LINING WITHIN THE CLOUDS
I am a woman of 65 years – I have lived a life of regret and…
At the Arts Festival, Galway
At the Arts Festival, Galway There are swans on the Corrib, Along Quay Street the pubs…
THE OLD DARK ROOM OF MEMORIES
That old dark room that lay partially forgotten, Forgotten from mind not forgotten from memory, Memory…
Shadow Dwellers
Those who dwell in shadows Are not children of the dark But rather students of anguish…
THE BIRD
The bird outside my window sings with a cry, Waking me from sleep early of a…
Why Must It Be?
Why must life be Enviously Pursued by the one who scythes Relentlessly? Why must it be…
The Chase II
She blew smoke She’s no bloke My heart’s broke My will’s croak Didn’t me coax God…
The Door
What’s behind a closed door? I look at one now, white I want to see through…
Touch-and-Go
Walked under the moon Three Thursdays ago I looked through my eyes Your face, touch-and-go Sure…
PAST
Flashes of memory Return to me when False illusions feed my bad dreams, But the next…
After The Pain
Memories arrive uninvited— Slamming the screen door– Materializing out of thin air, Startling in their abruptness.…
Summer Haiku
Fleeting days of warmth Captured like glowing fireflies Comfort for cold nights
Alliteration
Goofy gangly geese Are not what they seem They'll nip your tiny ticklish toes And land…
SWAN IN THE BACKGROUND
The swan reflects upon the surface of the water, As a poet contemplates their inner being…
THE VARIOUS EXPRESSIONS OF TRAVEL
Travel… from town to city, from car to bus, from birth to dust. Journey… through place,…