Poetry

When a Father Becomes a Man

My Youngest Son

Daddy’s Home

Out of Sight

Night Fall

A Gift From God

Near You

For You

The Chasm

On The Day It Was Done

Not There

Not Me- You

He Drove Away

Without You

This Little Guy

Curves of Life

This Boy

Not So Long Ago

Once You

You

Zephyr

The Dive

The Bouquet

He Carries Her

She Walks

Again

Dance With Me

The Dancers

Looking Through to Out

Love Is

Beneath the Winter Ice

My Parents

My Heart

Return to Me

Taller than Me

Each Word

Heartfelt

My Heart Says

Hope is Still

With Each Note

Lets go Play

Azure

Trees

Colors Within

Islands

Nirvana

the Art of Dance

They Sail

You are my Water

missing Your Touch

Within

Flower’s Desire

i have lost my way

Perhaps

roots

Touch

sleep no more

love her this morning hour

you are now

My Ferris Wheel

the room

free to be

the end of the road

Waves of Life

Good Morning

the Little Light in our kitchen

Soon to Bloom

We Are One

the bird

Roots Desire

Our Embrace

Waiting Tree

My Piano

Wildflower in the Garden

Perpetual Thrill

a Thread

Hugs

Flurries

Coffea

a Weed

You Are My Compass

If not for Rain

a Tattoo

Be the Earth for Another

This Way That Way

Heavy Rain

Treystu Bara

There is …

What is Heaven

Love and Risk

In Lieu of the Stuff to Do

Morning is Here

Birds and Rain

Michelle

Those Little Rooms

“Jena”

Heart of Hope

For Yo

Let Light Be

Dark has its place …

Begin …

There is hunger in the unknown,
in which always, is found-

Winds Sing

Anxious birds stir and twist, able feet clutching to small twigs-

You’re

You do not know the what will be.

Her Voice

She lifts the Hope within my heart-

Still

Nothing is still …

a Weed

There had been a decision of-
What would stay and what would go.

the Love of Rain

There are times we found ourselves- waiting for the train …

Rhythm

It is the rhythm of life that connects us- Separates us and sends us to those places of reflection … Causes pause in all that we are and do- Ultimately drives us to take action and move forward … In the best way that supports one’s life and those lives around us- It is the […]

My Piano

Something I felt I could not do on my own-

Taller than Me

He gave me this gift-
Nothing is impossible-

The Chasm

we climbed the moon and stopped near the top.

Impressions

Her birthday this day, March 3, 1906 .. We loved toast and coffee.

In All Our Years

in all our years-
and there are many of them-

“Jena”

I feel her presence in the air, on the land, in her home.

Michelle

Our mother held us for a day

Near You

what am i suppose to do-

Birds and Rain

Most birds do not fly, because of risks I’m told …

Surfing Life

The tropical fish were very colorful and for the most part, interested only in their daily life, foraging for food and swimming around doing what fish do.

Bird’s Sleep

The subtropical sunrise nowadays is a bit later here …

Just Live It

I do not recall if I thought of the imminent arrival of night.
I just played the day as if there would be forever light.

Abundance

Abundance is not only the large quantity of something, but the presence of something we need in that moment.

Morning is Here

There is a quiet amidst as birds sleep in …

Love Thy Nature

… we have only been here for one second …

Sand and Sea

An intimate connection dives deeper than physical needs of one another …

love her this morning hour

i love to hear the song of feathered friends become excited from the hints of lights and begins.

Into the Open

The birds had been awake for some time now, chirping and fussing of this and that.

Love and Risk

Our attempt to live fully with another.

Our Souls

What is our soul doing in those early moments of day?

Someone to Stay

We try to make it on our own, away from a home we once had …

love me as … I​ Love You

A love so free is all each of desires; To be accepted as we are, to be needed, to be loved.

Zephyr

the winds of time are many- the thoughts and dreams of one life- a soft breeze-

Daddy’s Home

… realizing i am here, for only a while.

Nature in Harmony

I ponder how will any of us be able to save the day?

The Little Sword

He must have used it, often and with ease, opening a letter or two. I like to think he did.

There is …

There is the hope, the when, the longing to be and do and to find.

Treystu Bara

Each day anew with challenges more than a few.

Heavy Rain

I’ve not noticed the lack of rain for some days now,
here in Haiku.

a school day

… I could not wait till it was time for recess.

of Land and Sea

nothing is permanent … not even rocks-

a Tattoo

embeds them in the canvas of your life

but Perhaps

I hope that one day we will come together again-

On the Beach

Your stillness mattered most, amidst the threat of driving rain.

as it Seems

Everything is as it seems.

“It was an uncertain Spring.”

“It was an uncertain spring.” is the first sentence from Virginia Woolf’s last novel, “The Years”. It is actually so, an uncertain spring for many of us. Even with, the promise of warmer days and comfortable nights, there is the chance, seeds will not rise from their rest. We can only hope, and with our motion, commotion […]

If not for Rain

If not for Rain … She is not ours to keep. She wakes us from our sleep. She breathes a life on Her own terms. … enlists the help of many worms. She lives life in Her own way. She rests in the still of the night. She turns our dark into day. She does […]

Hold Me

Once you have traveled with ghosts, you come to realize that each of our stories connect us in ways beyond our separateness. This story is but one of many that surround us, consume us, and enlighten us each day and every day. The eBook is available and the “paperback novel, the kind the drugstore sells” […]

Coffea

When I wake up in the morning I am awake. There is the kitchen. A selection of nine coffee cups wait patiently to be the one. I find fresh water flowing from a shiny reflective pipe and pour it into a shiny reflective pot. There is a container of liquid taken from the earth, brought […]

Flurries

The layers have worn away, leaving little or no trace at all, of how they were connected. I realize something existed and must still, but ice or snow or air … warm or cool, buffers even the thought of a connection to those things that I felt were real and sound and always to be- […]

Hugs

in nows, breathing in, breathing out, holding- close step one, closer step two, arms opening- each us, our own space, opened, vulnerable- slowly, firmly, affectionately, breasts touching- limbs seek and find, eyes closed … hearts open, bodies embracing- sweet and lush, air in and out, life in- still, still, still, hold, hold, holding- ba ba, […]

a Thread

There is a Thread, frayed a bit, yet very soft and strong and true- Tis looped and laced deep within and running through all I do- the end of which is longing for you. ❤

Waiting Tree

I love that you took the time to visit …

Our Embrace

Some say time does not stand still- It moves as we, on and forward, up and down, left and right- And through all of this, we sleep and wake, we live and find joy, and hope and love, and believe that, perhaps it could, if only for a day, if only for a moment- And […]

Listening to Her

I have known many people during my stay. Within me lives a quiet, kind and gentle Soul. She does not speak outwardly that often, but She does, constantly, daily and every minute and second of my life, speak quietly to me. I love Her. My body and mind have played the games of life, of […]

Roots Desire

The soil does not question the desires of the roots, but allows them to grow. She holds water and food for the growing plant, and does not ask for anything in return. The roots embrace her slowly, strongly and lovingly- And then- The plant blossoms and gives the beauty of their collaboration to us all- […]

the bird

knows not why She falls from the sky, knows not why the once light turns to night, knows not why the fun is all done, only to huddle and cuddle what’s left near and dear- however and always upon Her return, rejoices in song and thoughts of a sky as night becomes light and does […]

We Are One

Stepping onto the forest floor, we know not the others’ thought, the events of the others’ day nor the plights each or both may have fought. As notes of music stir and rise, embracing each others’ lives we connect our soft hands, capable of moving lands- As our trunks become one, our shoulders strong, our […]

Soon to Bloom

Silently the seed sits below the earth in darkness, wet and alone- As days of sun warm the earth and seed, soon- Stirs and wakes, changing completely from once to new. As first breaths are taken and water sipped, the sun ebbs the precious life into full bloom. In those moments when all that matters […]

the Little Light in our kitchen

there is a Little Light in our kitchen, and She does not light during the day, when most are away, but only at night, when we all do lay. as evening approaches, he arrives to find, the Little Light’s switch, to be tickled and clicked. the Little Light says hello. She quietly beams Her soft […]

Good Morning

As I long as I recall, I have enjoyed the morning hours, from first light, to first sight, as my sleep recedes into the night- Within these moments, be not I that finds my way to the day, but the one, beneath my skin, deep below my breast, hidden so well within- She speaks with […]

Waves of Life

Waves of life ebb and flow, whilst the shores of humanity, sift and stir- Perhaps familiar sands, caress our soul, lest and when we would heed to go- Above all hence to heed, to love one was all we know, to love all was all we need, whilst the waves of our life ebb … […]

the end of the road

is there no end to our desires for those things our mind conspires- while we work and toil and whittle toward goals both grandiose and little? we learn new ways to discover and comfort in those moments, we recover- and as we continue with the fun, there will be setbacks and times of figure until […]

free to be

So I’m thinking is grass a weed? It can certainly be trimmed quite nicely indeed, to be all straight and true, where fields reflect its lights of greens and sometimes blue. So I ask and find- “A weed is any plant that isn’t in its place.” Well this is harsh and odd. When allowed, the […]

the room

There is a hollow room I know. It was not always there. It used to hold volumes for the ones I love. The tables and shelves were full and brimming with caring, kindness, service, commitment and love. Life started out so fresh and new and there was no worry of why or when or with […]

My Ferris Wheel

Sometimes your up and sometimes your down-

you are now

you are now- made of love from two, you. they hold you close- you are loved and grow to see. you find your do and enjoy your be. you find your love and one is made of love from two. you hold them close- they are loved and grow to see. they find their do […]

sleep no more

the sunrise teased my mind as I slumbered under perfume scented sheets. a window, curtains aside, allowed the limbs of pines to peer in and question me and ask of why and who and how and for- the smallest of needles on their bows, held motionless by the perfect throws, no wind or rain, no […]

Touch

As is the Sun, each of us are One. As with the Sun, we touch many lives, in loving ways. And as we live, we hope for One, for a time, or even days.

roots

To live simply is to root and nourish our life as plants do thrive on gifts of seed, soil, sun, water and rest. Yet, sometimes, it is the mind’s desire that spoils beyond the needs of self. Still, in time, it is the soul that longs for harmony in her journey. And yes, it is […]

Perhaps

In the dark of the night, there is no sign your sun will return, only the murmurs of distant stars that proclaim, perhaps she will-

i have lost my way

in times where sense of circumstance true, i did not think of what to do. now when much has spun off round, i find my days less profound. how to find my way? was there one, even then day? or was illusion course of pay? i do not- i wish were so- to somehow know. […]

Flower’s Desire

within the thought of a flower’s desire- to put forth even a single petal for us to see- is more than enough- to bring joy- to our moments.

Within

Within every storm, a Rainbow is born.

missing Your Touch

i miss your smile- in the light of day. i miss your voice- while i’m away. i miss your warmth- when we embrace. but most of all- i miss Your Touch- tis the end our stay.

You are my Water

when all once was, is not there- when work and play blend to none- when children fade into where- when wind and sail fall to done- when rain falls yet I am dry- when minds life is all but mater- when home is far from eye- You are my Water.

They Sail

He studies her morning glow- She lights the way- He watches the horizon flow- She gives him day- He loves her by his side- Together they will travel- To places far and wide- A mystery to unravel- To where they will decide- They sail-

the Art of Dance

the Art of Dance is not sexual, although it looks very much so. it is something more actually. in those moments of song and embrace, the mind appears to be in control, yet there is something we will never see- the hearts’ open a door- and that which is within, feels the physical world, for […]

Nirvana

Nirvana is found- In the simplest of forms- In the Joys of your Moments-

Islands

An Island rises from the ocean to for- An Island holds hope for ships at sea- An Island helps them one again to nor- An Island holds till yea would to bee-

Trees

Each with Roots as are we- Each with Needs as are thee- Each with Hopes to our free- Each with Loves is the tree-

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