I was standing by the window in the house that I called home Looking out upon my past embellished on my own My memory spoke clarity – preponderance of good Afresh – anew – the wind blew in experience of should I should – should not oh, time forgot the thunderclap … Continue reading By the window
I sat up in bed With a cold in my head And stinging in fingers and toes I’d been asleep for a week Feeling sick – couldn’t speak And constantly blowing my nose My breath was a bit off And I had a bad cough And I struggled to shower and eat … Continue reading Happy
I stood upon a road I never knew existed And found a pathway for my feet And like a seat I rested Inquisitive as I’d become I asked to where it led Deciding then to traipse along Until I reached my bed Would it be my final pillow Would I see old friends … Continue reading a tear
just when a ‘we’ becomes ill-defined we look up to the valley and down to the sky just when an ‘us’ hides behind a facade we look behind the horizon and beyond the yard and we find a ‘why’ and a ‘what’ and a ‘when’ and a ‘how’ as we stumble and fumble to reach … Continue reading Up or down?
Oh but for those wild days Where the yardarm greets the sun I could abate the little bird And be the only one Who stands upon a portal And sings upon a rock Who nestles in the silent night Walking to the expanse of the dock Why jump; one thinks and ponders Why … Continue reading Wild days