Always

Always

New Year’s Day,
the changes have finally come.
From towns to cities to nations,
the world is at peace.
Swords are now plowshares,
the tools of war rust.

But I can only think of you.
I can only see your face.

In the winds of peace,
I only hear your voice.
I will not rest,
til I see you again.

12/25/2011

Bird on the wing

Fall bird on the wing,
soars against a steel grey sky.
Soon, winter will come.


11/25/2011

Morning

Morning softly creeps,
golden, across the meadow
Flowers climb skyward.

Mary

Mary

Softly she touches,
in her eyes, my soul shines bright
my heart calls Mary

Pablo Neruda

My name is not Pablo Neruda.






But my dog loves me anyway.

Death

Death arrives hallow,
like a spring without a thaw.
Empty, quiet, still.

Small Things

I write of small things,
trees, streams, flowers, emotions.
from these others grow.

First post.

What is going to follow will be pieces of my life.  I am an emotional person and I find myself becoming more so as I grow older.  I hope that the words I write will make you laugh or cry, shout or scream.  In short, I hope these words will make you feel.

Someone once told me that every novelist desires to be a short story writer and every short story writer longs to be a poet.  I don't know whether that is true or not, but I hope it is.  For me, the truth is that poems are the only thing that I can write.  Although I have tried, novels and short stories are beyond my ability.

My sincere desire is that you find some beauty here

If you want, please let me know what you think of my words.

Thanks