Speculate Contemplate Reflect Act Beware Beginners Lose Easily --May 2009
Category: Poetry
Hands
Hands are interesting things. Some reach down, some reach up, Some reach out, some reach in, Hands can clap, snap, flap, wrap, and trap. We can also use them to rap, tap, and zap, Put on our caps, and write on maps. Or, have a mishap and break a strap. Hands are everywhere - on… Continue reading Hands
My Mother’s Child
I am my mother’s child; Filled with thoughts and dreams Of climbing trees, galloping horses, sailing ships; Adventures of the mind, expressions of my soul. I am my mother’s child; Filled with thoughts and dreams Of windswept beaches, castles, Places in my mind. I am my mother’s child; Dressed in pink; Told not to dream… Continue reading My Mother’s Child
A Good Day to Die
Sunday morning, Soft rain in the Garden; Stillness wraps the day. Birds hum mourning songs, Swooping, fluttering, feasting On seeds and nuts and fruit. Outside, coral hibiscus unfurl their blossoms, Glistening with dewdrops As soft rain and stillness wrap the day. Inside, a figure lies; Lips slightly askew, Gnarled fingers twisted in sheets. Quietly, a… Continue reading A Good Day to Die
