It is on Sunday And mostly late in the day Scent buttery sweet A ride in the car and the roof all the way down Light blue eyes and sky What lasts forever? All of this turns to rubble After time weathers Charred and burned on stove with baby boy on her hip Smoke a… Continue reading French Toast
On the horizon rests a promise of more, when tomorrow comes. A new day, heated and bright, rays of hope sailing over the cloudy grey. A grey possibly only within the mind, and not shading a perfect sky of blue. That promise, is it real or just a dream, something made up and something that… Continue reading Grey Dreams
Naked vows, with out the dressings their promises were made to be kept, within their locked hearts their promises, soon would fade. Dark days came sure and swift. Their promises, dues to be paid and once again, on their grey days promises made. On burgundy waves, richly encased a bottle green and smooth. Their glasses… Continue reading Burgundy
Life, like a ride, Ticket at the door. When it’s her turn, It’s single file. Standing in line, An hour or more. Insides churn, Excited all the while. Closed gates, The gears get stuck. She waits, for what, Feels like forever. Music plays She's out of luck. Until the end.. Someone pulls the lever. Sparks… Continue reading Only A Fair
Born A Crime: Stories from a South African Childhood by Trevor Noah One of my favorite late night comedy talk shows is The Daily Show and I adore Trevor Noah. His style and sense of humor can lift my spirit and make me laugh even after the worse day. I expected some of the same… Continue reading Born A Crime
Trespasses against me not forgotten easily, the hell, is waiting at my door. I asked, to be set free from this, stale misery Now, here you are... back for more. It only takes a minute to remember what you've done. It only takes a minute and I'm on my way, I run. I try… Continue reading To Forgive
Happy New Year! Before I fully step into a brand new year, I have to take note of the one that just ended. I hear a lot about how horrible of year we just had. Moving forward with a new start surely feels good. Perhaps it is my age and sorry to see yet another… Continue reading As I Remember It
Today, every reason I had, every objection, all worry, doubt and concern, lay in a deep puddle of what feels like, a wasted effort. There is a part of me that wants to write explicitly about it, but more importantly, I want to have hope that we all can work through it. Photo by clarita
