Today, feel your heartbeat

find a reason to leap

deep into your dreams

don’t allow them to flow down stream.

Wheelbarrow dreams

wheelbarrow dreams

She wakes each morning from wheelbarrow dreams

thankful she made it to rich soil

which now makes her a beautiful one

for his hands touched her seed

then quietly prayed

I believe.

My secret fan dancing alone

dancing alone

She makes no attempt to hide

each morning as I walk by

we simply exchange smiles

then I pause to share

words written overnight

perhaps to appease her

before submitting.

She dances with delight

as a soft breeze touches her petals

it is then I realize

words have come out right

on an endless path of poetry


An hour of reflection minus images

First time I traveled with the circus of words

each one seemed longer than before

meaning got lost in stale air

once the clowns left town.

I remember standing on a stage

staring up at words stuck on a ceiling

like those in throat

as the critics booed

which made it possible to be mutual

hiss right back.

So here is, minus images

a reflection of younger days

when being not so correct

proved words were more powerful

than invading higher minds.

This might last

this might last

Though nothing was settled last night

this might last among truthful words

but only the moon knows

the truth.

So with a hopeful smile

greeting the waking sun

sipping coffee

as words slip in and out of

heart and mind

the truth will conjure

later tonight

a spirit higher than

the moon.

To write a poem

to write a poem

Often in light, to write

a poem of darkness where

beauty grows, reminds

times of strive does indeed subside

and lessons of living die.


Needed light

needed light

Needed light magnified

with each stroke she offered

so light could reach him

as he clicked another photograph

a reminder that friendship is

enchanting between artists

who allow objects to become beauty

once again.


To land elsewhere

to land elsewhere

This instant, fleeting

waiting for it to disappear

take my being to land elsewhere.

To land elsewhere, breathe

like a new seed

fighting to break through

simply be.



Emptiness filled

speech silent

heart justified

armored by beauty

witnessed with a fever

of living



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