I’m doing a month of poetry, one new poem each day for thirty days. Here’s the first one, enjoy! Want to check out more of my work? Grab a copy of my poetry book here on Amazon! Moments They add up One transforming into the
Want to check out more of my work? Grab a copy of my poetry book here on Amazon! Sleep Dangerous territory The fields of her mind Devoid of serenity Immune from the passage of time She shivers and quivers The heat grips her Mumbles
The road looks long from way up here The cars they rattle on in fear With whizzing spinning burning lights That take for granted stolen flights, That leave behind a dullened darkness. Trailing taillights beckon, harken To lives we lived and pasts remembered, Always trailing
I’m releasing my first complete book of poetry on October 1st! It will be available on Amazon as an ebook, so keep an eye out, and if you feel so inclined, download a copy! Here’s a sample from the book to entice you a
The Trials and Tears of Open Mic Night The readers lips moved with the sound of tears as he spoke, frankly, about his loves and fears Snuffles, he called him. A cat. I hate cats. His eyes pooled over (but still, his speech was poor)
Nightlightning Studying the mind in darkness unkind, Can infinity be the answer to life So solid and poison and filled with delight? When time becomes timeless and days into nights echo on through the caverns with the search still in sight Lightning strikes the mind
“My brother asked the birds to forgive him; that sounds senseless, but it is right; for all is like an ocean, all is flowing and blending; a touch in one place set up movement at the other end of the earth…It’s like an ocean, I
A Tribute A wobbly cane and a picture book Unsteady hands with a wily look A mind that’s sharp, not dulled with time A time that grew as he passed by. “The sands of yours Oh Father Time Still wonder why I cry sometimes Not
The Bottom The room reeked of beer, sweat, lingering dances, but mostly him, beginning to sway slowly on the stool. A fan was punching the air, trying relentlessly to make it move while various cowboy boots shuffled around below. The sun had been beating down
to row one sea is blind to where the river’s going Your velvet lips they turned away To seek another sorrow to fight with life with troubled hope is hopeless still Until such day you wonder why Your lips they spoke so