Not All Lines Converge

Not All Lines Converge

not all lines converge though a fruit is a poem unto itself beauty forming out of the silence finding its voice at last there may be silent strings who knows where they are leading or if we are pulling to fires or into valleys shadows can be deceiving not all...
The Boy with Ocean Eyes

The Boy with Ocean Eyes

Wild and deep Sand and sky, surf and wave  Live to ride  Sand in hair, feet in sand  Board in tow  Sun is high, leash in hand  Paddle out  Hear the break, time to stand  Can you feel  Ocean blue, churns below?  Sand and...
Patience

Patience

veiled beauty of winter serene struggle to survive hidden are the answers spring will call forth perpetual questions in the ground nestled deep and lasting the world is a stage iIn spring there comes a painted lady dancing in green robes  exploding in her glory...
Metaphor (Was that a compliment?)

Metaphor (Was that a compliment?)

You called me your spring flower t’was sweetly fleeting  that double edged greeting as they fade hour by hour Not a Sweet pea or Lilac or Lilly am I to be picked and enjoyed  then tossed and annoyed  If a garden metaphor am I  then make me an...
Seashell

Seashell

Once in the depths only a memory Now you dance in the tide showered in light Song of the sea echoes in your channeled heart Remember me remember me remember  me
Online Dating

Online Dating

Is like inline skating Built for speed and streamlined, it’s true The new way to go: version ten-point-o but in reality it’s a clumsy and bootlike shoe when all you want to do is tip toe into happiness and sunset bliss Happily ever after ten when my kids are tucked in...