Thursday, December 14, 2017

coins in his pocket

the line was long
slinking down the aisle
but no one had more
than five items in hand
the coins in his pocket
felt heavy as he stood
but not as heavy as
the perfume of the girl
in front of him that
lingered under his nose
it reminded him of that
vacation to Hawaii when
they were both happy
no – he would not let
his mind wander there
so he played with the coins
in his pocket to remember
that he was in New Jersey
in the dead of winter
and not that warm paradise 
that continued to haunt him

Monday, December 11, 2017

we became stars

we met on a lazy summer day
connected like a lost key
finding its lock
you definitely unlocked something
within me

we told ourselves not to get
too serious too soon
a casual affair is what we both sought
no drama, smooth like a
saxophone playing a jazz tune

yet somehow we became more
than just friends
I suppose the heart never stops
seeking or beating even when

now we transport across night skies
like shooting stars
I no longer try to see past far off
I will see what’s beyond them once
I get there

Thursday, December 7, 2017

lady winter

I feel her coming
like a pending storm
I sense cold hands are
about to touch my skin
the sky will turn dark
ice will form over my heart
winter will take me into
her embrace, placing
a kiss upon my lips
forcing me to close
my eyes until Spring

Photo courtesy of

Monday, December 4, 2017

opposite seasons

there are those who love
the winter season –
the ice chill in the air
and the crunch of snow
beneath their feet
however there are others
like me who prefer
warmer seasons of
tropical breezes through
one’s hair and warm sands
between the toes

Thursday, November 30, 2017

whispers into the wind

I whispered into the wind
releasing my prayer
towards the horizon
I waited with bated breath
for an answer from the sea
but the answer never came
in the breeze 

Photo "Green Reed on White Sand Beach" by Anne Sch
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Monday, November 27, 2017

we made plans

we made plans
laid them out
in straight lines
with no curves

we made plans
that somehow
found its way
off the tracks

we made plans
that were too
perfect to ever
be achieve but 

we made plans
to get back on
the road towards
the rising sun

Friday, November 24, 2017

hot chocolate in the cafe

we were sipping
hot chocolate
the sun begins
to slowly sets

the vast silence
between us makes
this meeting all
the more awkward

I tried to speak
but my words were
stuck on my tongue
would not come out

we departed
with words unsaid
lost chance added
to my regrets