City Girl I've never been a city girl thrilling to the crush of crowds energized by the noise and rush of traffic-laden streets and busy sidewalks I visit and join the madness an around-the-clock hustle to the next urgent task but find myself longing for darkness at night and quieter days I will never be … Continue reading City Girl
poetry
We Cannot See
We Cannot See We cannot see the future nor beyond the curve ahead trapped in a present cage battering our wings against our limits the light does not illuminate but burns in a destructive glow as we stumbly blindly in what we only hope is forward motion we cannot see beyond the dreams that drag … Continue reading We Cannot See
A Song of Winter
A Song of Winter The time soon comes for planting once more as the soil rests its bones away from the sun our season of recovery and healing will move into springtime and sun but winter will remain within our own bones a memory and a melody we will not forget a song of winter … Continue reading A Song of Winter
In Another Place
In Another Place A part of me remains in another place while you have moved beyond what my eyes can see And the world feels too big too bright and too loud for the me that stands here while you are no more My heart overflows with every unspoken future the calls I will not … Continue reading In Another Place
The Pages No Longer Turn
A snippet of grief
City Nights
City Nights With stars above and stars below night descends across the sky with high-rise towers catching the moon darkness brings new life The city nights have a heartbeat their own blended with dance and loud laughter the world transforms to a magical creature living only in stories of ever after The familiar becomes unrecognizable … Continue reading City Nights
Calm Waters
Calm Waters We cross the bridge always seeking some other side rough or calm waters we ignore all that is below eyes ever forward on an invisible horizon we search for the unseen adamant in our faith hope may stumble yet we move on our blindness spreading like the dark still we make progress a … Continue reading Calm Waters
Footsteps
Footsteps The waves wash away every trace the mark of our footsteps erased in seconds the wind owns the sky while the sea owns the land and we are temporary visitors - Caroline A. Slee
The Balladeer
The Balladeer The bitter black soul of the dissipated poet set into the ranks of the patriotic wordsmiths the identity of a nation born of the rolling green and whisky-driven song cast into a wide net made into legend and lore once every year the day comes when the world becomes poetic drunk on stories … Continue reading The Balladeer
Transfiguration
We are carried on the flow of time wearing our new colors and lines