Poetry

Jan 28 Does this feeling ever end?You know better than ISince you’ve walked this trail before.You know the way.You can see the path.Hold my hand, I’m afraid.Mostly, just tell me,Does this feeling ever end?

Jan 28 When I saw the smileOn the childOf the manI love,I discovered againthat I love him -Since I love his daughterLike I love my own. When you look into the eyesOf the childOf the man you loveIt’s like seeing all of the goodIn himIn another person.All of his joyHis laughterHis curiosityIn a person ready…

January 27 A Vodka tonic can change your moodFaster than wine with gourmet foodServed by a waiter you find is rudeOr a scenic view at altitudeThe fireworks make you ooh and ahhAvoiding the pain inside your heartWorking, distractions overwhelmLike telling the stories of ourselvesFor your sake, I hope my distractionsTransform better than would solitude.

January 26 With barefoot feet and a milk mustache,I stand before you finally myselfJust a little girl who wants another milkshakeAnd to play in the dirt in the gardenInstead of going to school or doing chores.Remember that when you wonder whyI burst into tears for no reasonAnd you kiss it to make it better.Remember when…

January 25 I want a romance like a great western where the cowboy risks everything to build a life for his family and just as the cattle are ready to ride to market the floods come in the night and almost carry them all away but the wife goes into the fields with her husband…

January 25 A dry river bed thirsts for a streamPebbles strewn in loose formationSwirling designs reminisce the water’s touchPretending to remember what it felt likeTo hold the water and tumble under its weightDry as dust, a forgotten river bed,Thirsting for a drop, waiting for the rain.

January 23 The first time I fell in loveI was slightly more than a childKnees scraped from climbing a wallSweater slips over my headHeart beating with every momentThe snap of each buttonClasps unclaspedYou said everything right The last time I fell in loveI was barely a teenDoor lock turnedReluctant brother keeping watchT-shirt around my neckLace…

January 22 There’s a certain kind of lonelinessThat’s only felt by the fish in the aquariumWho can see the family gathered round the tableThe animals in the zoo watching the parents hold hands while they stroll the baby with another one on the wayThe prisoner watching his mother approach the glass for her one hour…

January 22 We could do anything togetherBuild pyramidsConquer tyrantsPlan D-Day and win it tooPredict the weatherCure cancerWe could go to the moonBut all I want is to lie in bedAnd listen to you read Curious GeorgeWhile I counter with Doctor ZhivagoAnd look into your eyesAnd feel your smileIn my soul.

January 21 What is a snail without her shell?The shell that she’s chosenSo beautiful and strong.The Shell is her homeHer comfort, her protectionFrom lonely days and nightsWhere some might find herAnd try his attackShe curls inside and fends him offWith nothing more than her proactivePlans to protect herselffrom those who would hurt her,the elements,the heat…