I don’t cry when I think about them The people who used to be we and us Haven’t in quite some time Every once in a while I see An old photograph and I’m tempted I wonder if I should try But then I remember The ball is on the other side Maybe one day…
Category: Poetry
Thankful
Reflections on glass buildings and crystal waters Or on sporty glasses and sidewalk puddles Architectural lines and paths leading somewhere Each bloom turned up to meet the sky All the shadows and silhouettes Making each bright spot that much brighter Laughing faces and teasing smiles Puppy dog eyes and wagging tails Artistic plates with tantalizing…
Discovery
Last year someone broke my heart. I fell to my knees and cried bitter, lonely tears. I’d asked so many questions, struggling to understand. Suddenly it all made sense I filled pages and notebooks With feelings, frustrations, desires. Then I put my pen down and I looked around with renewed appreciation, for all was good….
Seashells
Collecting seashells is like taking pictures — you keep picking and looking for more, (taking multiple shots) because you don’t know if that’s the best you’ll get, or maybe there’s another, more beautiful one, still to come. So it is, I think, with love.
Waves
I wish the sound of the ocean could drown out the constant ringing in my head. If the ringing was gone, then the only sounds I would hear right now would be: the waves gently crashing on the beach the wind rustling through palm fronds the flip-flop of sandals on the boardwalk katydids singing in…