Poetry

French Toast

It is on Sunday And mostly late in the day Scent buttery sweet A ride in the car and the roof all the way down Light blue eyes and sky What lasts forever? All of this turns to rubble After time weathers Charred and burned on stove with baby boy on her hip Smoke a… Continue reading French Toast

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Poetry

In Memory

It's not my favorite thing to do I did, my visit to you The place It's silent and cold restful, perhaps Here, I wish you My wish, never comes true The graves they are decorated with flags and flowers In Memory, I suppose Lights, the solar kind some are hung and strung, for celebrating In… Continue reading In Memory

Poetry

Beauty

Vision, with all the senses, can easily cast beauty. Crossing, a line in the sand. Senses stir, a provocative plan. A single moment in time Eyes, to see the beauty. Beautiful. Danger, a warning, even so, no heeding, Too powerful and alluring, Keep going, proceeding. Other senses, to be sure. Determined. Justified. Touch, to feel.… Continue reading Beauty

Poetry

Burgundy

Naked vows, with out the dressings their promises were made to be kept, within their locked hearts their promises, soon would fade. Dark days came sure and swift. Their promises, dues to be paid and once again, on their grey days promises made. On burgundy waves, richly encased a bottle green and smooth. Their glasses… Continue reading Burgundy

Poetry

Only A Fair

Life, like a ride, Ticket at the door. When it’s her turn, It’s single file. Standing in line, An hour or more. Insides churn, Excited all the while. Closed gates, The gears get stuck. She waits, for what, Feels like forever. Music plays She's out of luck. Until the end.. Someone pulls the lever. Sparks… Continue reading Only A Fair

Poetry

Memory

My family has a new dirty word. Memory. She lost hers. My chest rises. My chest falls. I feel... with every breath I take. My heart is broken. I am breathing. I live. In-spite of everything. Her home, a home away from home. A nightmare, for most. A reality, for her. My mind is on… Continue reading Memory

Poetry

To Forgive

  Trespasses against me not forgotten easily, the hell, is waiting at my door. I asked, to be set free from this, stale misery Now, here you are... back for more. It only takes a minute to remember what you've done. It only takes a minute and I'm on my way, I run. I try… Continue reading To Forgive