What Crosses My Mind

  • I Want to Recall

    When is the year, the moment even, when suddenly my affect took a break, left my skin, my eyes, my cheeks, left a pallor of grief behind, wherever I stood, the flats remain. I want to know the time, when everything bad felt good, as all that could possibly arrive, had been extinguished, and life…

  • Time Inside Freedom

    Sitting along a riverbed, a line reaching into the quiet wake, disappearing into another world, one I haven’t command over, just hope. the soil is rich against me, only the soft tread of my sole leaves an imprint, later when I depart, the rain washes away nature’s memory … time touches the other world perhaps, bringing…

  • State of Mind in a Decade

    That’s when you left for real this time, let me explain, you’d never left before, always there, always nearby, no matter the miles, a phone call, a letter, nearly an email, whatever the venue, I could always count on you. I think our lives are peculiar in their manner, making us believe people will be…

  • On Sunday Mornings

    We all live in the certainty of time wondering in dreamstates of life sublime. A child would live Sunday mornings through You Seeking answers in a gaze, sky streaked blue. Might happiness just be attained like that a conscious choice, an idioscyncrat – Tick, a charmed ballet in life’s aftermath, In autumn’s grace cleansed anew, without Wrath. We…

  • When love becomes our answer to today – A Sonnet for Christmas

    When love becomes our answer to our day, our dreams, our passions, are every way responsible. We seek new travels when just ahead, family makes some sort of sense again. Each day we walk across same horizons acting out our world through inspiration. We live to dream to overcome our fears. to be led along…

  • Ode to Holiday Blues – A Sonnet

    Oh, when the pressure is on to be on we wake into mornings of indecision. Wondrous life are we being put upon imagining peace to be our passion. So many hearts and souls to care about, where are new lines drawn, below or above for ’tis the season to offer devout compassion for those eyes that…

  • Snow Swept Surreal

    Laughter while holding hands dance the avenue Crunching paths of fresh laid powder in view Soft glaze of ice to melt desire’s cheek When passion’s eyes together would love seek. I could walk forever with you this night Amidst tinsel and adorned Christmas light; Seemed just ahead a corner’s quiet road Might lose strength and the…

  • Becoming Him

    I have become my father, well not exactly anything close to what I recall. The man who guided my heart and soul through time without me realizing at in life how bold, his actions always were on my behalf. His actions always were on my behalf honorable as I recall, the spirit of dad suddenly there…

  • Cry Only For Me

                  ~ Cool morning frost play upon car windows knowing what lies ahead, wanting something else that might suit her mood. Always a glance yet sometimes only the damp wind that blows across naked skin; trudges unwilling toward another circumstance. When chance sweet spiritual grace in peace drawn love embrace…

  • An Easy Day

    A storm looms on the distant horizon Life goes forward no matter the reason. ~ Days like this create a slow odd reaction. Some faint hope belittles our need for action, ~ Looms in the simple mind of a wanderer, In hopes the travel will dissuade the bother; ~ Leaving allowance for error and human – kind When…