What Crosses My Mind

  • Lost In Love Together

    We would walk togetherMaybe holding hands,Or just side by sideIn our own thoughts,We would share together.Sometimes there is an envyWhen a couple strolls byEnjoying a sunsetWalking together.A certain sadnessComes with age whenWe measure out the years,Alone or together.I wonder about her,If she has a walkingPartner to share her lifeTo feel an autumn together.I guess I’ll…

  • To Find My Soul

    Often as the wind might change direction so does my heart begin its own journey to find my soul, to search for absolution from the scariest parts of my, my disarray. ~ Oh to know the beast of my own conclusive nature toward wanting only a defeated psyche. One could easily describe such is my…

  • Relentless Passion

    In hers a quiet world would she live Each morning routine an evening of peace. Sunrise walks with only love to give a family, her children, her silent release. ~ His would be a need for truth in her struggle to be she asked, a simple life Not this constant caressing a trigger shoot holes…

  • Wausau 1979

    Try to imagine where it was, the moment inside a memory, what did the breeze feel like, certainly there was one, the glen inside a cove surrounded in maples and pine, and short shrifts of sumac pine needles all across the forest wood where we as children climbed only the same tree, familiar branches, I…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Morning Solace

    When wake of day the sunlit rays cause a stir we might know the beauty of another may. When soul do cross path, we might register a new sort of peace, a kindly takeaway ~ We do welcome the light of day with hope a happiness may speak volumes so near to the heart of…

  • Choosing Sides

    My first attempt at The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “First Crush.” ~ We would walk the neighborhood together, hand in hand at times, more importantly when eyes were nearby, shoulder to shoulder, and smiles, nervous energy proud in front of friends, those that didn’t understand. ~ if we could make it across the lawn without losing…

  • The Green Light

    In a well known novel, there’s a man that waits on the shoreline, watching in a hopeful stance. When anyone comes nearby, he too will disappear into the night. If he walks outside tonight, strolls the neighborhood, while curtains drawn lives become private, what thoughts will fill his mind, as the stars create music above.…

  • Piano Keys

    That summer I listened, you heard the keys of his piano swept my life to a dream, perhaps I was only in a wish a hope to find peace with you to discover how we as two might find our one. ~ That summer I listened, you heard voices that beckoned a state of mind,…