No one said the same breeze blew for us Locked in trust Spreading rust With time-tempered glass around the door Old brick floors Beats in fours We become the echo in the night Turned out right Climb the flights Standing on the rooftop in the wind We have sinned But…
Life explodes in green From buds and blossoms growing Out of tiny seeds Taking over where death was And shaming barren gardens. postscript Day 8 of A tanka. Life wins.…
When peace like a river Becomes more like a stream And storms arrest my waking And rainfall floods my dreams I hold eternal summer Like a lighthouse in my soul To call me out of tempest seas Into peace complete and whole. postscript A very simple entry to close the…
The cold of winter holds my heart Though spring is close at hand, In fear that rips my world apart Though hope is in command. A tiny seed of hope has come And I have no control To make it grow or come undone But let it feed my soul…
I wish I had a heart that's after yours. I wish I was more patient, soft, and kind. I wish my spirit walked in step, forbore The harshest suffering with peace of mind. But the process is painstaking slow Than ever it has been in me so far.…
This is the time I craved. The quiet I so sought. I know the world goes in a blur And I for now do not. But here in peace and sunshine The smell of lilies white I hold my pen aloft, and then, I cannot seem to write. This is…
The fact is, this is not the same As once it was; the magic ink Stirs less of me as time leaves lines So deeply carved in me. I think The beauty may be lost for now The muse steps forward, takes her bow; But here I write Despite, despite…