Sometimes its hard, Hard to think, Hard to see, Hard to write, Hard to be. Then I look out my window. I think of the sun's gentle strength, I see the life it lets live. I open my books, And I remember how words can give. Sometimes its easy, Easy to love, Easy to believe,... Continue Reading →

Last night you let me help with dinner. My hands were working on a meal for more than one. I saw your table set. I love that I saw a table set. Last night we all sat together. My body fit so neatly into that family room. The couches and love seat filled so lovely,... Continue Reading →

On a cloudy day, I am clear. Though I slept not well, It was my angel's fear. I am not afraid, With the days ahead bold and blindly set. I am concerned however, That there may be no end. I see her and I feel her, I hear her and I am her. She keeps... Continue Reading →

NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) and I promised my better self I would write a poem everyday, with the exception of my late start... My friend discipline Makes me write this dumb haiku A hangover poem

A girl from a girl told me, That love is like a handful of sand. If you hold it gently, Keep your fingers soft, Relax your palm, Staying open to the world, And just let it be, It can stay. Supported by freedom it will be loyal to your hand. But if you tighten into a... Continue Reading →

NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month)... My apologies if I'm being rude, But I'm all out of nice today. You see I've spent my daily good sense, On people and their exhausting pretence. I've got nothing left to say. For a sincere soul however, Pardon I will gladly pay. What made you sit in that seat... Continue Reading →

Because its National Poetry Writing Month... Like that Rickard's Red pint, I poured by accident. I needed one, And I made two. I had my head in the clouds. Like that time we met, And that time I fell for you. I looked for a friend, And found a feeling I never knew. I had... Continue Reading →

I measure one cup, Then I keep sticking my hand in the box. The box says one cup, But I'm a morning rebel. And the ones I pluck one by one taste the best. All Bran flakes to start my day; The mature choice. But I toss in some dried blueberries for taste. A responsibly... Continue Reading →

Because its National Poetry Writing Month... I will believe I'm good, So that I can be. I think of you well, So that you might join me. I will do my dishes, So that my place is clean. I will put my clothes away, So you'll think of how good I've been. I will read... Continue Reading →

Today, a cop out haiku...(because its National Poetry Writing Month) My sister's baby Is much too adventurous His aunt explains that