The sunset has always been something special, the way the colors soak inexorably into the sky every evening, blending and feathering outward like different colors of ink dripped onto a paper towel. It is never quite the same, but always... Continue Reading →
Like a room is made better Filled with the beauty and fragrance of flowers, A life is made better Filled with the unconditional love of friends.
A thread of lilacs winds through my life, Recalling all that gentle awkward yearning Withe the unconscious gravity they still contain. And still when the lilacs are in bloom, You will find a bowlful in my room-- Withe deep greene... Continue Reading →
Marginal words Always say the Most, Tucked off to The side, And not often Read; But that's where True thoughts Go. Like unspoken Things, the Words between The ones Spoken. The ones Nobody listens To.
The crack, thinner than the gossamer thread of a spider’s web, suddenly feathered out and drew that previously invisible map of cracks and lines that had been etched into her soul by time, and life, and love. She collapsed with... Continue Reading →
Ink flows onto the page; From brimming mind To bold words, With no stops in between. Not hindered by heart, Or thought, Or limb; Only pure essence Poured out. Black ink on snowy page.
Linked by the miles that separate, Together though never met, Sharing in one thing together, Through isolation connect. Divisions turned to joining, Variety found the same, Through mutual journey taken, Know unity in pain.
Empty pain again, Worse than before. Hollowing me out and Rattling around inside. Not all at once this time, But slowly - Like the grains of So much sand, Slipping inexorably through My scarred fingers. Some uneven shards catch, Leaving... Continue Reading →
How are we here supposed to ever know Wherein the virtue of this life doth lie? We could study the lore of years ago, Or too the things ahead could turn our eye. But where, in truth, does virtue yet... Continue Reading →
Commonplace Poetry 