Poem: Good Old Days Rondel

Thinking back on the good old days
Reminds me they weren’t all good
We never lived life like we should
And the days all just fade away

Poem: Christmas Rondeau

The winter season is here
Dark and cold and white
Where the wind bites
The travelers this time of year

Poem: Lord of Dirt

Blood is worth dirt
Was what they told him
The only value his had
Was when it was spilt
In the field of battle

Poem: Possibilities

Bright sun new morning
Shines on golden fields of dreams
Here hopes run freely
Infinite paths stretching out
Oh! the challenge of choosing

Poem: Whole

all of our pieces broken and put back again can never make whole the gestalt can be greater than the sum total of parts This week’s experimental poem is a renga; I wrote the first 3 lines and a friend wrote the 2 line response. You can read more about this poetry form by clicking

Poem: The Wishing Hour

The wishing hour Is those rare hours Between sunset And moonrise darkness Where wishing stars Can be seen The wishing hour Is when I found you Lonely in a field waiting But for what Was it for me The wishing hour She said to me Is when I feel hopeful Sending wishes To the heaven

Poem: Night Falls Hopeless

Night falls on the city. I’m here falling on my knees. Somewhere out there I picture you falling in between the world you came from and the world you found yourself in.

Poem: Lonely Halls with Echos of Plans

In rooms where guests used to congregate in I sit alone
With my thoughts focused on the notable absence of you
Whose angelic voice would fill up these hollow halls with song
Where the people would dance and marvel at the spectacle

Poem: Found Picture of Grey

he fascinated many
a social gentleman
curious about rumored
foreign thieves and mysteries of trade
extraordinary he whisper
with cold eyes
determined to discover slights

Poem: Nymph

There’s a girl dancing in the rain
Splashing up high in puddles deep
On the outside may seem quite plain
Only to those who walk in sleep