Life's Journey Through Poetry

I walk along the water's edge wooed by waves of turquoise sea; a reddish hue in hard packed sand captures my curiosity.   As I bend to pick it up the sea unfurls its misting fist and disappears this shiny patch. Presto! A magician’s sleight of hand.   Solemn defeat rights my stance as the sea swoops under my feet in swirling wings like Houdini’s cape to restore the visual deceit.   Here, beneath the changing tide a five-armed starfish glares; no heart, no brain, no blood to f

"Take my hand, walk with me" Welcomed to the world with fragrant flowers Our innocent life quickly engages A flower’s friendship from...

Pursed lips of sheriff-like authority Puff the word tariff with promise to be Trade warfare’s path to massive wealth The world has yet to...

Wily politicians twist and gyrate Spew dubious truths promising away Changing direction in heated debates In hopes of gleeful cheers...

From Mount Etna to Sabyinyo’s green cover I heed the echoing of the alphenhorn; Walking uneven stone ledges with some reservation I feel...

Although a dog provides much joy Boundless affection and loyalty; Muted words through eyes deployed No quid pro quo just barks made so...

T’was the month before Christmas Rumors aswirl Whispers in hallways Is it a boy or a girl? Overshadowed by an assassin By days numbered...

So it’s a caterpillar you think you see Balanced on a single milkweed leaf; Moth or butterfly will I be? Slinking along oh so lazily...

Thoughts and prayers for human interactions, The digital age enters front stage; Faceless texts with muted voices Convey emotions often...

Counter to conventional thought A perfect life should not be got Until aged wrinkles with gray hair To end of life carries you there For...

Time is the bastion of grief; It does not heal like a surgical scar Time doesn’t debride the burn eschar or peel back the dead layers of...

At day’s end the conscious self held high court Said to all parts, define tired you report Muscles cried their fibers were burnt and worn...

I am a victim of the grip of death Not necessarily of human flesh; Rather the sticky shroud woven inside Tarring the heart and blackening...

Years of hard work, stumbles, and some bruises Move life forward with the promised reward Of a time where tasks are what one chooses,...

Feathering down to blanket earth Crimson, yellow, and gold Adieu, farewell, waves wilting leaves Signals of looming cold Still quilted in...

Contrary to the pulse of life’s heart beat A fateful rhythm lurks outside my stage No doubt a prelude to the end I’ll meet Right now...

Tethered to my wrist A finely braided thread Thoughtfully knotted seven times over Saffron sleeves rippling gently and very widespread A...

Rote words roll off the fluid tongue Like gravel down a hill Mindfulness is the message sung Most people never will Trudging forth with...

The world cowered to terrorists Who tried to subjugate Those perceived as antagonists Just folks of varied faiths Accepted but devoid of...

Two simple words Iambic in rhythm Gives poetic retort To imply carefree living Reverse the emphasis A trochee it be Divergent in meaning...