Saturday, October 23, 2010

Summer slope

The sun has dipped down, dimming to a low glow
hand over eyes to see ahead
shadow of cut grass piled on field

Scent of fresh lawn everywhere
Garage light on, banging of metal
Dad is sun burnt

Pool filter whirring, someone talking from open window
Sweet sticky watermelon dripped on sidewalk

Phone rings, someone screams

Evidence of a day well worn
sighs from those who sleep tonight.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Call from home

Mom called me today
standing in front of 8255

Explained how the trees had grown
neighbors house dingy
paved driveway instead of stone

I stopped to wonder
to go back now, lonely and cold
everyone gone and grown old

Hanging on memories, just like I have seen
vowed that would never be me

Funny how times and moments
you took for granted, bored teenager mood perhaps

If only I stepped back like I do now
appreciate the scene
like a fine work of art

Wherever family is
there is my heart

Sunday, September 19, 2010


The gypsy in me
wanted to travel
next town over, perhaps even farther

Troubles evaporate
like the surface of the sun

Meet new people
loved by everyone

Reality is, I already tried it
toughest thing ever had done

Stronger for it
thankful now

Blessing in disguise

No more do I want to run.

True Beauty

Outward charity
show for all the world to see

Isn't that how it goes? Check off with a photo op
smile, pause and walk on

Never look back
at hungry eyes, sad and lonely

God knows true hearts
No need for $10,000 dress
or splash in the news

Kindness is always welcomed
Never done perfectly, try best you can.

Saturday, June 26, 2010


Hair done tight
nails bright

Chanel bag
is it real?

draped in jewels
lips red

You ride the bus
drive something used

Peacock proud

How we get caught up
in exterior
disregard words said
Cruel, mean and selfish.

Always time to change.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

UP Camp

Rag rugs
scatter on wooden floor

A fly got in

Arctic water
waves on skin
reddened feet
only dipped for seconds

Sand everywhere
watermelon rinds
tossed in weeds

Several dozen
orange pop
bottled in glass
in the IGA paper bag

hot dogs on sticks
picked from the tree

Amber evening
fire blazing
sparks shoot skyward

Glowing skin
out too long
sweatshirt hood

Sleep well tonight
on a bed from 1940
when has this blanket been washed?
Too tired to care.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Stormy Weather

Thunder cracks
craggle skin

Puffed eyes
sighs begin

balls of tissue
tumbleweed landscape

turmoil trouble
don't we all go through

scary moments
blackened skies
pressure builds

Sun comes again