I didn’t think I
was but I am
I thought by thinking
that I wasn’t then
I really wasn’t but
when in fact and
in reality I am
I am looking for
love again but having
looked for it before
and it not being
true my looking is
now shielded as though
I haven’t yet discovered
the bomb but know
it’s there so I’m
already covering my eyes
Oh please don’t let
it hurt this time
for my body now
is less of me
and more the shrapnel
I’ve absorbed by way
of the previous explosions
Category: Poetry
Day
The day started early
as days are known
to do filled with
promises and with problems
promises of mine and
problems of others but
this day like every
other day is sure
to be filled with
laughter and with disappointment
as we all know
that days are only
ever really about us
Family
The lights of night
in the city and
its sounds are like
two attention starved brothers
one the lights quiet
calm and studious while
the other the sounds
are raucous bold and
defiant the sounds requiring
immediate attention while the
lights tend to be
satisfied by themselves the
sounds only increase with
age taunting howling as
the day grows hotter
while the lights politely
give way to the
sun and finally disappear
DenverSummer
I adore summer days
especially in the high
desert of Denver where
the sun is hot
the breeze cool and
the leaves in the
trees sing in whispers
as though they’re afraid
of awakening God Himself
There’s something about summer
which rejuvenates me and
more importantly my soul
the colors are brighter
the clothes are looser
the smiles are warmer
and the kisses well
the kisses last longer
longer and longer still
CloudsHeavenBound
And now just then
the same ghost clouds
begin to turn white
at the edges as
though their menial sins
have been forgiven as
blessings return to ashen
souls as the blood
begins to course once
again taking gray to
white slowly patiently on
their way to Heaven
