Category Archives: Poem

Impatient

Nine months has turned into
Well over a year, time in which
Time to which, time for which
I could claim I languished. I did
Not. I crave an answer. A yes, 
Yes much preferred. But a no
Is a simple acknowledgement 
Too. I feel we had a contract. I
Turn over my work, deeply felt
Poems to you and some one of
Your poetry editors says ok or
Goodbye, we'll pass. Good luck.

Holidays

Invent a holiday! Explain how and why everyone should celebrate.

Holiday cheer
The holiday's
Near, ya hear?
Celebrate with 
Corks a-poppin'
Merriment and
Lots of hopping 
Life is for the
Celebrant. Life
Is what we hail.
And a life fit and
Hale is  hearty.
A heartfelt life.
One to cheer 
And say hear-
Hear. Cheers
To that. To life.

Musing

Where has my poetry flown?
It is at this moment on the 
Tip of my tongue, at the tip
Of my fingers. Not quite ready
To emerge as song or theme.
Waiting for inspiration can be
A long wait, yet wait I must 
Til it marches forth in words
Both poignant and colorful.
I hope for poetry's wings and
Yes, I wait with the fortitude of
A writer whose muse is near.

How many ways

How many ways can we say it?
If it is missed and lost forever
Is it really lost if we mourn it?
We remember that it is missing
So all we have lost is not gone.
It is commemorated, cherished
And ever present in our past. It
Is intricately connected to who
We are now. Nothing is gone so
Long as our hearts recall the loss.
How many ways can I say I miss us?
The loss is real, I can feel it, but
You are not lost. I find you every
Day. I remember love and warmth
And caring. I cherish who we are
While I remember who we were.
How many ways can my heart 
Break and still be full with hope
And promise? Love is resilient. 
How many ways can we say it?
How many ways do I remember?
We are ever present in our past.
I can say that and all is not lost.

In the moonlight

The moon shines aggressively
Through my window. Its alchemy
Turning night into day, dross 
Into gold. Bright and unwavering 
Moonlight becomes my shadow, 
My spotlight. As bright as day,
This moon is sister to the sun. It
Peeks stridently into my eyes and
Mingles brightness with my soul.
There can be no sinister darkness
In the orbit of this revealing light.