You Are the Life of My Love

Senior Couple

I am not the love of your life.
And neither are you, mine.
Illusion is an outcast we both leave behind.
Now we dare embrace the reality we find.



Rose Colored Day

Tophat Cat

The chameleon crept to where he resides.
He hides in a crack in the wall,
The place his identity is unalibied
And his true colors are recalled.



Heaven

halo and feathers

Heaven is the place …
Where the harp string never breaks in the middle of the concert;
Where clumsy fingers never strike the wrong chord;
Where we can walk barefoot and our feet never stumble, step on a thorn, or stub a toe;



Night Times

night sky

Nighttime feelings, fires, and terrors —
Sometimes it’s good to pause and write
Of feelings that wake you in the night



How Much Do You Love Me?

woman wearing baseball cap
  • Read it as a poem.
  • Read it as a rhyme.
  • Read it as a song in 2/4 time.
  • Read it through until the end.
  • It’s just my way
  • To try explain
  • What’s going on with me again.

Ode For Furball

furball

Lost: Gray cat with brown collar.

Answers to “Cat.” May answer to “Furball.”
(Depending on his mood)

Rocket Fuel

flying saucer

The old Ford gave one final cough, then shuddered and died. “Oh that’s just great,” Jerry thought, “Ten miles out in the Arizona desert at 2:00 a.m. Like somebody’s gonna stop out here and lend a hand.
Three quarters of a mile down the road, about 100 yards off to the right side; another traveler had stalled his vehicle, and like Jerry was disembarking to search for help.



Encounter With a Shadow

shadow of youth

A poetic reflection on time and shadow.

As the sun shone bright behind me
The girl that I had been
Appeared in slender shadow
As I walked westward home.



A Long Time Between Bouquets

bouquet

Yes it had been, she thought as she looked at the vase of flowers. The tears came to her eyes as she tried to remember the last time he had brought flowers home. She couldn’t. It had been a long time between bouquets.



Bringing Home the Bacon

pig in a cornfield

One day in early summer the pig disappeared. Although they searched the countryside for him, the Johnsons couldn’t find him. They figured they had seen the last of the little piglet…



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