Collecting approvals within, hoping to have some semblance of
cohesiveness and settling spontaneously in rhythms of togetherness, spinning tales of woe, relating them in poems of bereavement.
Totaling life’s suffering and beauty of teardrops always falling
within each of us in our daily lives.
Regrets and recriminations abound in memory, but when we breathe our
last breath on earth we know nothing more of it’s pain.
Delightful images fill my senses as life continues to travel within my being.Sharing these silent, hidden visions throughout poetry.
one after another.Dissolving all topics after just a little while,silence enfolding the two of us.
Calls of the wild herd, looking askance at the reactions of every steer, glancing at one another in utter amazement of what is being sung to round them up.
beyond it.Yet, fulfillment becomes every person living his or her purpose under heaven.
me pleasure as I write.Seriously contemplating all the reasons why life iswhat it is and why it can’t be simple and easy withdirections to do what is possible and right.
Giving a reprieve from the sadnessthat incessantly envelopes me every day.Silent passions held in check, focusingall of subconsciousness into a funnel,filtering it into ideas, formingthemselves in compartments of poetry.
