The Mark of a Man |
I lost my Dad this past Friday night. It's the hardest thing I've had to face in a long time. He was one of the most kind and gentle people you would ever want to know. In the proces...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jul 2007 14:19:00 GMT |
Because She Can... |
Because She Can
Late at night
There is a bird
Perched high
In a camphor tree
Her song is beautiful
Melodious, peaceful
Perhaps she sings to her mate
Perhaps to her chicks
Perhaps to the s...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 10:57:00 GMT |
Damn, I'm on a roll now! LMAO!!! |
homes of glass
bottles lined up in
neat rows of
brown and clear,
jugs really, more
than bottles.
some of them
capped, some
corked , some
stuffed with rag.
and the rest left open.
neat little cobwe...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Jun 2007 12:40:00 GMT |
Lily actually wrote something!!! :O Stop the presses! LOL |
The Switch
There's a street lamp
where I live,
off in the distance,
that blinks
off and on
at non distinguishable intervals.
For a while, it's on
and seems perfectly happy
to be so
then suddenly it...
Posted by on Wed, 09 May 2007 18:37:00 GMT |
My Favorite Place to be... ahhhhh |
The Lake HouseQuiet beauty sitsempty, lonelyfreshly painted and sweptnothing here to make it a home yetexceptmy presence, my heartlonging to get away to a place like thisa house I can make a homea san...
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 17:04:00 GMT |
another dark and stormy write... |
Molestation of the Mind
Darkness permeates,
shadows attempt to befriend.
I huddle in the dark,
thoughts race
as I try to stop
madness
that overwhelms me.
What have I done
to bring on this
...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 00:12:00 GMT |
Image Challenge |
TIME OF HEALING
In the deep recesses of my mind
I silently wait, longing for time
to come whisk me away.
As I tread upon the knolls,
where the daffodil and buttercup bloom,
praying quietly within my ...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 19:03:00 GMT |
no rain yet... |
From the Desert to the Falls~~~I want so badTo writeTo tell youOf my painBut allThat will come forthIs one agonizing cryAfter another~~The tears flood my cheeksAs the falls of YellowstoneThen just as ...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 15:40:00 GMT |
another dry spell of sorts |
Empty Urns~~~Tears stain my eyesthe same way my hearthas been stainedthroughout the yearsThe pain I feel, searingseething, white-hotas my flesh burns in agonybegging for relief from this hellFrustrati...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 15:37:00 GMT |
Dry Spells |
Dry Spell
And the rains cameSoaking dry barren placesThat for so long had beenNeglected, mistreatedLeft for deadEven now, sadly the waterRuns quickly over the soilNot penetrating deeplyTo the roots wh...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 15:35:00 GMT |
