The years have grown longer but your smiles have become stronger, more filled with contentment and surprised wonder. You have built these blessings, brick by brick, stone by stone. and now stand before the well-made foundation that is your hearts most cherished dream. These moments become you. Happy Birthday. Thank you for being born. YouContinue reading “Anu”
Every year I write you a poem for your birthday, so here it is, this years birthday present: Present #1 That Dragon Look That look of yours direct, piercing, and searing. It straightens out my spine with sudden alertness. Makes me ever so conscious of the rips in my jeans, the spot on my shirt,Continue reading “Happy Birthday TMW5T!”
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,”
That expression. It saves my sanity. Though, the snapshot is quite candid. It saves me. Reminds me of things worth shining for. Causes a soft smile. 1 million photographs but only 1 you. 1 million expressions all of them a gift. but…that expression that particular one unrehearsed and quietly human. That one, I shall keep.Continue reading “Pianissimo”
These are your presents: A Poem and a drawing of you as a puppy (note the extremely accurate expression)
I like the way you stand relaxed, yet, vulnerable. Your body taking up a space I’d like to occupy; to look into your unguarded gaze and dimple my smile, happy just to stand crookedly with you.
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.
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”
You are not soft pattern. There are no simplistic stitches in your make-up. You have the kind of soul that makes seamstresses toss their hands into the air and themselves onto the floor in a fit of embroidery and frustration.
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”
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”
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…”
Blue Jeans were made for men like you with belly button peeks and scruffy head of contented peace. Soft smile and soft manner. Hands that gently gesture and eyes that have seen more than time. Bare feet suits your aura and those toes make merry for they signal your relaxation and relaxing is needed here.Continue reading “Blue jeans on a handsome man.”