Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Smoke Puff

I saw you in my


a glare, possessed by

nocturnal visions

from nonchalant memoirs.


smoke escaping

from a fireplace of thought. 

Monday, November 26, 2012

Powder Man

He sneaks into your thoughts continuously
as you fight with him vigorously.
You have been lost in the mist
unexplainably rendezvousing with the Powder Man.

You are caught--- from time to time
endlessly correcting him in mime.
Enter the Powder Man
and losing sight as you glad back into the mist.

Exit the Powder Man,
you think you can
got caught in the haze
endlessly in a walking daze.
Exit the Powder Man
following him as best you can.


Sunday, November 25, 2012


I crushed a stone with a word


steamed  from the depths of thought.


befelled a friend with kindness,


picked him up with a touch of hate


piteously crushed him with words of



Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Shattered Water

A distant lake, frozen
footprints in the snow.
Ice cracking from the mid-day sun
echoing through the trees.

A small boy - visible
from a distance
retracing his footprints
in the snow.

Ice cracking loudly
against the winters breeze.
An opaque silhouette of the boy,
just a shadow of himself.
Cracking ice
against the winter breeze
wondering where to go.


Monday, November 19, 2012


I spilled the long awaited troubles

over a silk bedspread

wrinkled by love.

A  future rising above the horizon

of your hazel eyes.

You have warmed me on many a winters night

and brightened my room

with your summer smile.

A compendium of memories

on an antique tureen

that pleasure

painted with your eye shadow.

I think of you dearly

as you

cast a shadow on my mirror

left behind  in a closed room.


The masses dictate the

evolution of change;


society become computerized

by its own whims


blend in.

An individual stands


flips coins into a fountain,


who notices him.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Sea Gull

A sea gull gliding
through the fog drenched coast,
soaring high,
soaring low
searching endlessly
from shore to breakwaters end.

Sun scratching the
breaks in haze
sparkling diamond beads
on rocks and shore,
soaring more and more.

Blinding beams of light –
sea gull flying out from sight.
Soaring high
diving low.
Search has ended
two sea gulls following the offshore breeze
soaring together
enjoying the mid-day sky.

written 3.25.00

Saturday, November 10, 2012

"what lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us"

Wednesday, November 7, 2012


Can you hear the bell ringing
in the early daylight.

Can you hear the heart crying
late at night.
Gliders drifting overhead
as the night turns into day;

Can you hear the bell ringing
in the early daylight.
Can’t you see the sun through foggy eyes
hoping for new life falling from the gliding sky.

Help is on its way in the
early in the day;
Can’t you hear the bell ringing
in the early daylight.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

What It Means to Write!!

I thought I would explain what it means to me to write poetry.  Poetry is a way for me to get inside my emotions and thoughts, much like assessing your subconscious with active words. Writing has always been a way for me to explain my thoughts, concerns, friendships, things that have happened, and love. What I could not say or feel on the outside I could write about from the inside. I was 13 when I began to write. It has been a great way to express my purpose using alliteration and metaphors to really bring out the true hidden thoughts.  Writing, yes, is an escape but it is what makes me truly love life, people, and all the surroundings with a passionate feeling.

Many things inspire me to write and for the most part it is the relationship between me and my thoughts.



And as the North wind blows

we cherish

the view of a saltmarsh; misty.


diving at sea life exposed by the low outgoing changing tide.

Moonbeams streamed into a warm room,

as your reflection is silhouetted off a crystal light shade.

Circular snowflakes

were falling in parallel unison,

and ice cracked with the shifting tide.


were content as our warmth

increased with every breath.

I looked outside a frosted window 


saw high tide reach peak, and

surrounded the sea grass for another eight hours.

As the North wind blew, echoes came from waves crashing against

the breakwater


 our thoughts sailed back into the mist

echoing against the bare walls of our frosted room.