Spitting On Emptiness
This poem was written in a botanical garden in Ghana, West Africa. The challenge from a friend was to use the phrase “spitting on emptiness” in the poem. I linger in green places. I shuffle my feet on wet earth, the cirrus are a heavy grey with rain and emotion dampness in thick air twilight’s […]
South Carolina
Skipping through fields I dance with the sun Or she dances with me… I don’t know which, and who cares about that? Certainly not the wheat tips As they sway to the music And watch us play.
Real Life
The trees breathe on the streets And the streetlamps burning gold In frosty shadows Distant cats brawl And glass bottles break Loud laughter for only seconds Then silence Beeping breaks the ominous calm And bells on doors intermitant But overall the still is steadfastly unbroken Moonlight and headlights Tires roll through puddles like splashing in […]
Paris
Paris Empty city streets Waiting for me to break The dark Soggy trees drip, Cold, wet, damp My bones are soaked. Shallow puddles holding your shallow dreams Chilled to my core Trees sway bare in the breeze Windows fogged And steamy roads Whistling through the buildings Brisk, always moving Even through corners of stillness Quiet […]
Sisters
A loving sister the joy she brings in a brother’s life her presence rings emptiness would shoot throughout a brother’s life without a doubt without a sister there at all
Writer’s Block
People and places are interesting things Hearses and newborns and gold wedding rings They dance, they act, and some even sing Oh what to write? I haven’t a thing Planes and trains and automobiles I could write about them if my writer’s block heals Breakfast and lunch are wonderful meals I could write about dinner […]
