The sky is dark purple
And I can’t see a single star
The only things twinkling
Are faraway orange streetlights
On the horizon
It still looks pretty good though
Even if they are man made
And not the type of things
That people usually get
Romantic about
A twinkling light is a twinkling light
At the end of the day
Living in a run down environment
You have to take your romance
Wherever you can get it
I found a shine
in a smile,
glow on your face
even when you cry
There is no regret-
in the words you write,
or the letters you’ve never posted-
Like all the loves you have found-
Loves,
You have
Lost it
I have insight in the ways we have lived
Becoming open to the gentle rain-
like a meadows in spring
When all is due to be born
You are such gladness,
the shadow that will shelter behind the door,
found in a place that we would cry,
turns away
To wither and die
You are truly
a listener of your own thought,
the warrior of wounds
This joy,
will ease our fears,
with a baby
in hand
Hold
Gaze for a while
a misty morning
clouds floating on tree-tops
art of becoming!
thunderstorm and hail
has just passed away
stormy silence!
raindrops falling on the roof
trees are but
signature of nature on the orb.
I gave mrs fields my recipes, advised ann landers
I later served in the army under colonel sanders
I went to junior high with dr sholls, and then
I graduated rice university with uncle ben
I also dated Julia child
until things got too wild
she said she was on a mission
and I had to get outa the kitchen
in my opera debut I played palyacho
I knew all the greats and the not so
many more memories to mention
thank you for your kind attention
….and that’s the truth!
Lucite earrings
in bamboo green,
matching my eyes
behind sunglasses-
not seen.
Dedicated my best Romanian friend Vasile
You are my muse
Your name
A tiny tattoo
On my neck
You are my muse
My words are endless
Happiness in my soul
How precious you are
There is a sadness
In my heart
That never goes away.
It follows me
Like a shadow
Every night and every day.
It has become
A play- thing of sorts
Like a long-lost teddy bear
It makes me shed tears
When I need to
And it brings me a little comfort
When I need that too,
But someday I hope to lose
This sorrowful shadow of mine
And find something better
To ease my weary mind.