What Crosses My Mind

  • Summer Rains

      I woke in sweet pause to the summer rains Glance toward the sky in misty eyed ponder While worlds begin day in routine refrains We might all know beauty is our wonder.   In our lives where cause might allow reveal Our choice to become the pureness we wish Always measured in will of knowing…

  • On Montmartre Stairs

    Circle Photo of The Day ( I do hope this fits with the figurative notion of ‘circles’) A rainy afternoon, we would cry together today, svelte hands and wrought iron rails, steps that concrete shavings felt right, we did smile as with our turn we might catch eyes, if not this turn, the next twirl…

  • When Reality Knocked

    I wanted to pause, I used to be able to, she was always there, to wipe away a tear, tie a shoe, fix my hair, I remember the first time she called me handsome, I turned red, and stammered a bit, the sort of stuttered that charmed her, she smiled, lit a cigarette, went back…

  • Tears

    I want the wet embrace of a river to overcome crags of emotion sand will scrape smooth a fever if allowed to, desires we shun. ~ if then, anxieties a treacherous cliff we must always see the end rather in a deep abyss, body stiff our satisfactions again we pretend. ~ lift off the common shell…

  • The Storm Outside

    If when our hearts were sudden to be known A storm awaits always that certain tone Realize wherewith lives a comfort zone. Remind us within serene starry sky Moments when sudden spirit may shriek why Weather the storm in Her protective eye. A societal ill might suggest retreat If when we willing regard own defeat, that screams…

  • Same Moments

    The rains would glance the glass, delicious tones played on the radio while driving in the wind. Just thinking about a time when we took our lives for a ride through the city one night, alone. We didn’t matter to anyone except ourselves our lives in the early days of being responsible. ~ When that…

  • Occasional Tears

    Those moments when sitting alone in the room, an idea crosses my mind, shall the rivers be released. ~ From a quiet distant embankment when the waters begin to tide the soil allows moisture new ground to intermingle ~ We have a common need to communicate with each other along the way, to assure one…

  • When Rains Cleanse

    Soft, sweet rains kind, glancing off my arms and naked knees skipping in the rain ~ You used to laugh and twirl in circles thinking only happy things when the rains came ~ If I was in your eyes I mean really there reflecting off of you I could walk in any rain ~ Seems…

  • Rain Water

    drops that light tap your head in a summer night while amongst the living a garden of love more drops that light tap skin feel alive knowing you have this sense of touch to experience a cleanse natural in every essence Sadly, we know the container of human condition creates the invisible reality that now…

  • Sounds Surfaced

    I awoke to the pattering of rain drops somewhere near perhaps the garage door remained open I had a history of that, in a fog on the couch after a night of searching lost in a keyboard and screen wondering what worthy cause I continue to yearn. lay back quiet listen mother natures shouts with…