The End of a Romance:
You Have Loved Me Well
The End of a Romance:
Boone
15
double date
starlit night
back seat
blackberry brandy.
Apple Tree Tale
A lthough he wasn’t Johnny Appleseed
He climbed an apple tree for me.
A slip of foot, tossed him to sky
And we both found he could not fly
Telling the Tale of Sound
Can the tale of sound be told?
Seen and felt instead of heard?
If it’s possible to do,
I offer you these words —
You Are the Life of My Love
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.
Holding you close is, for me, just enough
Because you are the life of my love.
Rose Colored Day
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
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
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?
- 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
Lost: Gray cat with brown collar.
Answers to “Cat.” May answer to “Furball.”
(Depending on his mood)