Who doesn’t love a
Rousing marching band winding
Its way through streets
Churning up excited emotions
But me but now
I prefer to whistle
And sometimes to hum
Both of which fade
To a saturating silence
Category: Poetry
River
It is the knowing
The current you never
See which moves things
Along at breakneck speed
Come dip with me
Let us dive deep
Deeper than sun can
Witness let us know
Those dark things that
Only touch can find
WhatIKnowNow
My forever is behind
Me having been spent
But never squandered what
Used to be a
Map is now a
Scrapbook it’s funny how
Fast things happen how
Quickly life fills in
The blanks and love
The colors now if
You are young and
Especially if old save
Only your pennies and
Spend absolutely everything else
WhatOnceWas
There was certainly before
And then there was
When and now there’s
Now and tomorrow might
Be coming but love
Is like water itself
Sometimes rain sometimes monsoon
And the heart a
Creek bed capable hardly
Always able to handle
The deluge of storms
Breaking banks tearing apart
Leaving waste and destruction
Until at last time
Redefines what was once
Happenstance
And then by happenstance
Two people didn’t meet
Where they should have
But met somewhere else
As though one oak
And one elm sapling
Each took its own
Flight from far off
Trees and landed side
By side two different
Yet similar things at
First prone and later
Tall and so strong
And shading the other
This will be our
Story if we have
A story to tell
