My birthday wish

They say that you have to release your wishes into the universe so that the universe knows what you want. Therefore, I am putting my birthday wish out there. I want to give TMW5T the poetry journal I have written him (for his birthday every year) and have finally completed (I ran out of pages)Continue reading “My birthday wish”

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Dear Man with 5 Typewriters,

Happy Birthday!!🎁💐🎂 Here is your present: A breeze is also a breath A cool breeze to clear cobwebs and reveal forgotten shades of color. A soft breeze to uncurl thoughts and gently foster growing dreams. A warm breeze to spark inspiration and set fire to tomorrow’s ambition. A breeze is also a breath ————- CloseContinue reading “Dear Man with 5 Typewriters,”

Your odd is even

Dear Paul Squires, You still exist No matter what door opens. Your odd is even (balanced out by something undisclosed) your voice an echo that the ocean tosses playfully, liking a good giggle. Not forgotten, no. Never that. Strong string ties things together. Your string is strong, and your knots divine.

Silhouettes

The shadows are my favorite on a walking night. Dark and light mingling in some strangely beautiful vision I cannot look away from without a winsome sigh. and some slight longing for remembered days gone past, where the memory of your fingers intertwined with the impatience of my youth.

On the edge with you

Wander sideways. Slip like paper into the in-between and follow the scent of lemon and cinnamon. Let your bare feet find the pattern of the wood. Toes making like riptide. Salty sea air in your hair. Lie close to my skin and breathe the calm in. Find the peace in cutoffs and tangled fingers. LetContinue reading “On the edge with you”

Loving Ruth

For Ruth. I met you once. Your smile was brighter than the flowers on your windowpane, as you tilted your head listening, to more than just words spoken. You offered, with a cheeky grin, to hire me to work for you. I was so helpful washing dishes, you said, that I really should, work forContinue reading “Loving Ruth”

Charles Mostly

A worn passage in a much loved book with a spine that has relaxed with time but still manages, easily, to hold itself together. Though, that easily is not always so easy he seeks to appear so for the sake of warm fingers that clasp him. When placed on a shelf he leans, ever soContinue reading “Charles Mostly”

The opening of a door

What is this feeling that follows you around. Wraps you up in cotton-fresh memories of the past. What is this gentle nudge that wakes you from deepest sleep to wander gently across your prow advising smoother sailing. What is this subtle tingling that signals thinking fissures that burst with sunlight flash with something  joyful. WhatContinue reading “The opening of a door”

Squirrely Squires

Lest I forget your manner your twinkling opening statement your winsome wicked tongue inserted firmly into a cheek. Lest I forget, remind me. Lest I forget your wonder your bubbling cauldron insight your sharp without the biting your unique way of sighting. Lest I forget, remind me. Lest I forget your warming your personal coverContinue reading “Squirrely Squires”

resonance

You are somewhat lost like a page missing a book uncertain of where this tale is going or how much dialog is needed. Black and White is not your manner. Shades of grey follow you around mocking your dusty shoes while begging you for attention. There are complex dictionaries living inside your spine spouting ambiguitiesContinue reading “resonance”

Whoa..

Take this shy smile and give it meaning. Show that intellectual standard that makes you pause overlong as you contemplate sincerely how not to sound like a tape recorder spitting out the same words, repeated. They call that stilted but we know better, don’t we? We dyslexics know all about finding our “words” Take thatContinue reading “Whoa..”

Rusty Key

He stands like a crooked smile wondering if they know that it is not really a smile. Feet that often feel too big for walking. Tripping up his progressive motion. His head bobs along in time. To music that scores his soundtrack doesn’t everyone have one to keep time with life’s rhythm? Old shoes withContinue reading “Rusty Key”

Letter to a soul in shadow…

deep breaths, friend, let this moment be your ally, a solitary thought, in the middle of a crowded murmur. A single pause, worth taking, to know that you are, you just are. let this candle be what flickers, in your eyes hiding, an illusive warmth, that peeks behind curtains, and shelters under pillows. deep breaths,Continue reading “Letter to a soul in shadow…”

We are not weeds.

My thoughts today are on the struggles suffered by children who have been abused. This is the poem that grew, from the seed of my mind, and asked to be written and placed here. Please let the blooming continue. We are not weeds. Though, our spirits are being tested. Our roots no strangers, to whatContinue reading “We are not weeds.”

Oak Tree.

Mind the way you speak of this tree, this weathered man of time, who has groaned with the passage of years, Acorns have a way about them, cruel masters learn, from subtle, tongue in cheek, accurately aimed, delicately sighted, Acorn bombs. As the shell falls, and boinks you, quite smartly, upon your noggin. Never insult someone olderContinue reading “Oak Tree.”