cut roses the symbol of dyeing
beauty to crumbling...
the “I” in me!
I find myself writing these poems...
When your little one
nests in a womb...
It all goes on between the lines
Hidden in plain sight...
Have you met my Green God?
(Based upon King David’s Psalm 23...
Against the Wind
It was our third attempt to climb what some call...
Momma, is that you?
As I sit inside my garage with it’s door...
She was placed in an environment
where lost angels have gathered...
Sometimes when I'm very bored,
I like to take the time...
One day I found a poem,
It was sleeping in its bed...
The Lure
To a fish near a line, it is a thing of beauty...
Freewrite...