What Crosses My Mind

  • Only The Glow of My Laptop

    It is a summer night now to be sure My mind is beyond always elsewhere here I wonder listen to the bullfrog near Lily pad in fiction’s eerie picture   I wait for the silence of night rhythm Tells me of some other creature nearby A passing wolf, perhaps more fox in sly Quiet wood…

  • My Life Blood

    Watching with trepidation while you leave me having little regard for my loss, the empty feeling that will ice my mind slow, deliberate, ticking like a clock, I can’t feel it but so visual is your action, leaves me holding onto today’s knowledge, with questions, concerns, ideals, all of which cannot be answered, you know…