Live The Vibrant Life
My mouth can’t help but curve upward even in hiding.
Hope skips counterpoint to each heartbeat at every encounter.
Crow’s feet crinkle in greeting every chance they get.
Sing when you’re happy, Smile when you’re sad, Remember to be thankful, Hold your breath when you’re mad. Laugh if it’s Funny, Understand when its not, Cry with the low…
The Ink is flowing,Lamplight is glowing,Specters dance in my head.Waiting for that creative spark,To pull life out of the dark,And express what needs to be said.For when the voice shakes,And…
The lonely ache is here again
It likes to strike in the wee AM
Ghosts of loved ones haunt my mind
Some living, some dead, all removed by time
The deep ache hurts but pain tinges sweet
With memories renewed in each heart beat.
A pang of longing for special guests.
Who now only remain in my lonely breast.
It’s a paradox to have a heart so full
Yet also empty with this pain so dull.
And I wait once more for the sun to rise.
To renew my soul and dry my eyes.
Tis the season once again, To reflect on what our year has been, In every year there are ups and downs, But we didn’t expect that this time around, A…
It was pretty unclear, that face in the mirror, no matter how the glass sparkled.
The image outside might be easily defined, but inside murky depths cast a haze.
So because of the fear, I avoided the mirror. I saw nothing to reflect at or marvel.
Beauty it seemed, was just not for me. In my portrait I saw nothing worth praise.
There’s a strange kind of power in the eleventh hour That washes over me every night. A feeble light inside shines and burns brighter As the moments of the day…
Every poet sings of Spring, But I am awed by Autumn. Leaves dance, swirling flashing To tunes carried on cool brisk air. Brittle bursts of fiery red and gold Forstall…
It’s 3:19 amMy brain’s avoiding sleep again.Heart is anxious.Lips are dry.No more tears left in my eyes. Tomorrow’s cares are pressing in.Battle raging from within.Hope still lingers.Fear stays too.Night is…
There is nothing so comforting as the quiet glow of the lamplight, On a night stand while the world outside is asleep, It is a warm presence; not too bright…