
Bonfires & Windy Highways Too
Ok so I rarely write rhyming poetry but for some reason this one I just posted rings deep. Deep enough…
Ok so I rarely write rhyming poetry but for some reason this one I just posted rings deep. Deep enough…
Bonfires & Windy Highways And I thought I was a bonfire, flicker madly in the night, And I thought I…
November heat - I walkedin a park - acres of grassburnt brown by the Autumn sunflattened by an early snowsurrounded…
So many walks in the rain, tears and coffee sipped from a torn Timmy's cup the ultimate blend of pleasure…
3000 miles - 10,000 days, or more, beyond the mountains, an ocean scent of canvas wafts past the drifts and…
2 floors up, above the swirling littered dreams, I watched… eyes red. He came, shuffling, head down, gnarled bony hands hung loose. A ravaged fedora perched, on bleached white straw. I stepped outside myself and stared, feeling his age and pain. And for a moment forgot my own, began to smile, realizing as he passed, he was whistling… ©1998 (New Dawn Master Poet Award Winner – 1998)
Starlight twinkles, playing between the clouds, he stands and listens to the hiss of aurora, spreading fanlike overhead, and…
it hits you funny, sometimes, death, like a sledgehammer made out of putty wielded by a midget with spasticity as…
Salt taste, rippling across my tongue, rolling black pebbles bursting at the edge symbolic life to slake my thirsty palette…
running away from what I never knew the boogie man under the stairs or perhaps just another under cooked pizza…