Row on Row Names etched in stone, permanent ghosts of war Their silenced voices wreathed in red poppies and dried tears The cold winds blow mourning across haunting footsteps Trace your fingers against names etched in stone The past is buried here, in blaring echoes and booming guns Fallen remnants and remains; permanent ghosts of... Continue Reading →
Five Flights Up Climbing, you hear creaks in the staircase with a railing polished smooth from wear Ascending the same five flights everyday You wonder, stuck in this daily repetition, why your perfect world came crashing in Climbing, you hear creaks in the staircase Step by step, how life seems these days Hardship, drudgery, always... Continue Reading →
Today begins my annual participation in National Poetry Month where I write a poem a day for the month of April. Â So here's today's offering... Black Narcissus Velvet and ebon petals hide all those evening tear stains in the shadows of the past Such sweet graceful delicacy, above that wind-blown pain velvet and... Continue Reading →
Today, on Day 23 of National Poetry Month, we have a little contemplation... Not One, But Many Voices of the fallen Whispers from the aether Not one, but many Bygone remnants linger shadows of their former glory, voices of the fallen Pause and listen; echoes in the season’s zephyrs Whispers from... Continue Reading →
Day four of National Poetry Month, and today I bring you some inspiration. Writing Inspirational White walls of paper, abiding ink, flowing into pattern language creating virtuosity Billows of blankness, searching for a scintillation of creation White walls of paper, abiding Poising the pen in thought imagination scribbles into ink, flowing... Continue Reading →
