Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Are You Lonely

Are you lonely tonight
I know I am
as the cold arm of the shroud
gathers around me
I know I am
frozen in place from fear
and I want someone to thaw me

Are you lonely tonight
are you lonely



Always a threat
it is how it is
and then a makeup line
come hug me
I love you
you are beautiful

Saturday, February 23, 2013



how light
plays on bindings
of so many stories told
I keep hold of passages in my collection
see how life’s unfolded through places I have ventured out to in books
I can't imagine life with out this window into appreciating stories, especially poetically versed, that resonate with every fiber of me

Linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

In The Field

In The Field

buzz hives
cows chew cud
gaze from limpid brown eyes
bright blue bluejays scrabble in deep green pines
pinecones decorate this blue green tree’s thin fingers that point in all directions
hawk’s prey, soar over terrain in search of the next potentate 

In the field she no longer chews cud rather gazes from limpid eyes
across the terrain as hawks soar reeling on air currents

Written for Poets United - Verse First - Fibonacci Poems.

Monday, February 18, 2013



He sits
in a spare room
his face in his hands
elbows on his knees
the floor glows beneath

Sunday, February 17, 2013

I Notice

I Notice

I notice I never relax
my butt held tight
as I drive down the road
negotiating my path
through different drivers

I notice my butt held tight
as I sit in my desk chair
negotiating email
so much to comprehend

There is the overload of the
overlord and it is hard to relax
not free to even have a glass
of wine as the evening passes

I notice my butt held high
its about attitude
I will not let them kill me
no overload of overlord

The Ramada Inn

The Ramada Inn

You asserted yourself
on a stool at the bar
you came across
the separation where I
behind the bar was safe

You asserted yourself
won me over in spite 
of the fact I didn’t want
to ever be connected

again I was snowed
a man looking for home
and I was a good home
but he wasn’t, they weren’t
they’re not into connection

they want a storybook life
not the stories I’ve read
where they are unconnected
except for sex and paycheck

They’re mowing the lawn
letting you spend money 
on food, clothes for the kids
and what is your fucking problem
what don’t you get bitch?

Cohen, L.

Cohen, L

He is a troubadour
sets poems to music
he is a lyricist
a songwriter

Leonard Cohen
has a message

He is a troubadour
harkens from Montreal
sets message to music
a songwriter

When I listen
I am in the room

His voice draws me in
it expresses his emotion
while I listen to his words
a troubadour


Wednesday, February 13, 2013

I Made Me

I made me
in spite of them  
am I arrogant
I might be
were they so bad

I made me
trying to avoid
being like 
either of them
I succeed

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

What If

What If

What if
the sea rises
and grabs me up
with a wave so big
it sweeps me out to sea
and I can’t get back to shore
not a good swimmer I sink and rise
as the angry sea rolls me crest to crest
dunks me and pummels me as it takes me away
doesn’t like the taste of me spits me back on shore

Friday, February 8, 2013



Float in my bottle
see coral beneath

sea aqua reef
see coral beneath

Sea coral 



silencing humming
no such thing

silence might
a menacing thing

silence complete
a silence thing

On This Blank Page

On This Blank Page

I left it hanging out
this white blizzard
bereft of anything

Saturday, February 2, 2013


from being the same old broken record

no longer play the martyr 

unfrozen from old bonds

I’m free 

Linked with Poetry Pantry #135