January 10, 2019 Hanging with My Dad He hangs upon my office wall A reminder that he’s gone But also that he was once here Well, not here, in my office, of course He was long dead before this room, this building existed But here, in my life, loving me Loving his... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading... Categories Poetry Comments: 21
July 26, 2018 Wedding Flowers I gave the florist clear instructions My wedding bouquet was to include White roses — I am worthy of you Blue carnations — yes, no, maybe? White daisies — innocence The perfect bouquet To greet the guests To adorn the altar Alas, she got it wrong Or maybe she was right... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading... Categories Poetry Comments: 31
November 30, 2017 My Rock Like Sisyphus I push this rock up the hill It rolls back down I try again When will I see It’s not me He has succeeded at the impossible task on my behalf Sisyphus is a myth My Rock is real on His hill ________________________________... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading... Categories Poetry Comments: 18
June 29, 2017 An Ode to Moss Landing I wrote this poem in the guest book at Moss Landing, Ocean Shores, Washington. I took a picture of it to keep a copy and decided to share it today for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub. ________________________ An Ode to Moss Landing, June... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading... Categories Poetry Comments: 22
June 15, 2017 A Storm of Doubt Doubt blows through a dust-devil of uncertainty clouding my judgment It’s hard to recognize the truth in the storm To believe the evidence right in front of my face One does not become a contest finalist if one cannot write Still self-doubt rages on _____________________________________... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading... Categories Poetry Comments: 24
January 12, 2017 It Curls and Swirls Tendrils of cigarette smoke swirl up to my bunk curl in the air it stunk So I’d twirl the crank open the tiny window breathe fresh air through the dusty musty screen it stunk But not as bad as Old Gold bare butt smoke _________________________-... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading... Categories Poetry Comments: 20