What Crosses My Mind

  • A Nostalgic Christmas Fairy Tale

    We met in a college football atmosphere, eyes locked immediate intrigue, the sort you might not remind anyone for it is meant to be a quiet recall, a soft memory when everyone else went home.   There’s no one left to remember, except perhaps her, the snowball fight, the falling flakes as big as night…

  • While Listening To Time

    There it was, again, a reminder seems steeping, nearly scalding water, the verses played on and on, like droplets, an emotional victory, my intuition lay so naked surroundings familiar, I played the violin mindful song again, There it was second all it took, a simple thought I could travel then, away for miles while a…

  • I Have These Moments …

    I forget, I react, I overload, Symptomatic of a torn life I suppose.   A lot of years ago I wouldn’t imagine, The powerful grip this past might hold.   I’ve taught the voices of the future, Passed on wisdoms and second nature.   Though I suppose from the glass you see, I’m a regular…

  • We Might Yearn a Child’s Eye

    While we ran the backyards, the slow walk through the dandelions pollened by summer’s bees, we did think alone, the same way we, the same notions, we may have today, the same wonderment of the psychological nature, compels our being, causes our heart to swoon, allows for the time to stand still, we can all…

  • Fallen Shadows Still Rise

    We might think of them as a memory, the pain of losing them, the loss of heartfelt passions and laughs, we might imagine them a memory.   Yet, their shadows can still rise, it is where we left them, forced to say good-bye, we remembered how they stood against the wall.   Oh to have…

  • Sitting in my Armchair

    I was remembering a time, when I was younger, a quiet, reflective, young, boy. I think the same feelings existed way back then, when, I would wonder about whatever might be ahead. There were different sets of friends. Or at least we felt different, wait …   Time delivers chapters to our daily lives, when…

  • Mother

    A heartbeat. A cradled affection, a sense of worry is unconditional, she will always remember that one time.   Oh while the years pass, many judgments, a currency of opportunity, an aesthetic realization that depends upon her eyes, she will always remember that one time.   We willingly recall, the time she managed our innocence…

  • I Traveled Back in Time

    It felt good to say hello to all of them, The flowers were in crisp spring bloom, The fields swayed with more romance than I recall, I remember the gravel road, The swing rope, and the river pool, just for you, There was a single cow liked to moo.   Last night I visited my…

  • Empty Spaces – The Road Taken – Photo Challenge

    The Road Taken And yet there were travelers, all of the eyes, the minds, the plays, the laughter that contained an avenue of freedom inside quiet minds, sighs, while everywhere around a humanity maintained.   Where have they all gone, the inspiration, surreal is the occasional dreamer who steps inside wonder only toward the stranger…

  • Elegance in Shadows

    When in a distant harmony could imagine a spiritual agony While the world exists around me I think of you to know you’re free   No longer is a romantic tangle draw upon your heart’s sweet mingle. For I am only a memory, one that could certainly bring slow reckoning.   She walks an eloquent…