Recent poems
- 29 Nov 2013View
Saturday
My morning meditation—a musing of how and why in an unspoken soliloquy:
Why do Saturdays now hold
- 29 Nov 20131View
Garden of the Unrequited
Like a flower you were so beautiful
That a garden was made just for you
Such a fool am I
I should - 28 Nov 20131View
Love is an Ocean
Love is an ocean, while I seek high ground,
Holding a shell to my ear to hear the sound-
Of your - 28 Nov 20132View
Bionic Ballerina
She has a few screws loose from the abuse of past years
Never talks but always hears, the gears