Too many years have I spent looking back, Thinking about the choices I would make, Just so that I could find you in the past, And obliterate our future mistakes. But for all the time I’ve spent longing, Of a past-future that we could not take, I glance forward to see if you look back, … Continue reading To Look Backwards
Tag: Poetry
Like a Mirror
How fragile this friendship, Which shatters the moment I say, “I love you.”
I am worse when I think of you
I am worse when I think of you, Unbidden, unannounced, unintended, I’m writing a poem, reading a book, Or doing nothing at all, And then, Suddenly, You’re here beside me with a smile, A cup of coffee, A kind word. And I need to keep focused, Keep writing, keep reading, Keep nothing at all, Because … Continue reading I am worse when I think of you
Early morning lights
Purple clouds brighten, Into scarlet strokes of light, A morning painting.
In the Hollow of the Mind
A young child once prayed aloud, her troubles in a whisper, And was answered by spirits, very eager to help her. Despite all of her lose friends, and a loving family, She often felt most anxious, invisible and lonely. So the spirits aided her, in the only way they knew, They made a home of … Continue reading In the Hollow of the Mind
The Arrogance of Time
The arrogance of Time is she presumes to heal, Promising to numb the pain we hoard and steal, Gently soothe bloodied souls to once again feel, Banish cruel memories - her intents ideal. But I cling to her hand to make my appeal: "Don't take away my pains, this lonely ordeal, They are all that … Continue reading The Arrogance of Time
Along the river
Along the river,Echo the laughter of ghosts,Lost beyond the time,Children’s games that never end,Children’s dreams that never end.
Smoke and Mirrors
How often she has taken me to her lips,The taste of honey-smoke dreams wafting,Drifting like handfuls of dripping arias,Intoxicating, the poisonous laughter,So I, enthralled and blissful, seek,Her incandescent eyes reflecting eternity,Of the hollow of my soul.
Toast to Spring far from home
To Spring memories,Phantom thoughts dancing on wind,Like falling petals.
To wake, to spring
What a difference,To wake with the morning sun,To wake with bird song,Even coffee tastes sweeter,When you wake to a spring day.
Discarded Recollections 