A hard leap miraculously encounters a soft landing.
Among the thorns, a place of good standing.
Like a break in the storm or a light in the dark,
Occasional oases or ports to disembark,
A bit of leisure time or unexpected calm,
Soothes the weary soul like a enveloping balm.
Rickety Ladder
Climbing up on threads
A precarious effort
Dizzying death drops
Roadblocks
Maybes morphed to Nos
Yellow lights turned a harsh red
Stalled progress angst
Saturday Procrastination
A late wake up call
A morning already gone
Tempting inertia
Work Day
Clear-headed on a dreary morning
Steeling the self beneath velvet
Preparations for a difficult day
Morning Snack
Freshly pan-fried bread
With beef and pickle slices
Yum, brunch on the go
Abandoned Lover
My forlorn heart sings a song
About the days before this dawn
When we would walk hand-in-hand
And make fantastical future plans.
But this morning, the bed is cold
And there is no lover for me to hold.
No dreams to coddle, nurse, or grow.
No talks of being together, growing old.
Like dew the sweetness has vanished overnight
For you have taken a final flight.
Mirages
Sunny mirages, digital boasts
Clear waters and lush coasts
Smiling lovers in perfect love
Seeming fit like hand in glove
No overcast skies
Or small child’s cries
No tantrums or on-credit tags
Sunny mirages, digital boasts
Envy swirling what is a mere ghost
Absence and the Heart
In those old haunts
I try to catch your scent.
Like stale laundry
even that has grown cold.
Escape
Gray skies forecast rain
I look up and doubt my wings
Still itching to fly
RED GLADIOLA 