What Crosses My Mind

  • Words Employ

    Though I wish might words be employ, to quite realize would be to bore (the mind). Finding a phrase attaching to character becomes imperative under analysis. Is it an attraction sets the tone for a positive reaction to the world we’re bound. The traffic of our soul demands when about, sacrifice and resolve seems far…

  • When Wandering Headlights Weep

    In picture windows across the world, they watch, they stare, they sometimes cry, they’re the souls left alone to wonder, watching the headlights streamline by, like a slow motion ray of long wound catapults of energy, sweeping past the imagination without waiting wanderers, perhaps ne’er a question of why.   We all might wish to…

  • 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…

  • Crosswalks

    I was walking nearby you again Uninvolved yet driven by eyes On a quiet afternoon Sunlight peaking into the early dusk We often cross paths While one occupies their space Perhaps each one curious in face Drawing close indicators of need Each free spirit whole; nature’s eloquence Plays human condition lottery … ~ I was…

  • We are the Same, You and Me

    One day While alone Looking upon the horizon I wondered about my place Each step along the gravel road Brought me closer to a quiet vista Where I was able to sit down and see The city Around me Traffic A middle school The nearby park across Traffic Cutting through our lives Activity always happening…