Monday, May 29, 2017


I tried to keep myself
all put together
but things happen
leaving me with scars
causing imperfections
on my face and skin
yet still I am who I am
flaws and all and
I can still be loved
despite broken lines
upon my soul

Thursday, May 25, 2017

spring mornings

I hear the birds chirping
outside my window
their melody awakening
my senses each morning
and it is that sound
that makes the mornings
easier knowing that
warmer days will arrive
shortly and summer
evenings will be spent
watching beautiful
sunsets in your arms

Monday, May 22, 2017

when I hear your voice

the sound of your voice
always takes me back
to when I was madly
in love with you
each time the timber
of your voice hits my ears
I forget all about the 
things that went wrong 
and only reminisce 
about the good times

Thursday, May 18, 2017

will you?

will you remember me
when I walk out the door?
will you think of me
on warm summer days?
will you want to hear my
voice under midnight stars?

or will you forget me
as easily as we forget snowflakes?
will visions of my face diminish
from your memory in time?
will you pass me by on the street
like a stranger in the night?

Forget-me-not flowers.  
Photo by Yana Ray
Courtesy of

Monday, May 15, 2017

Cemetery visits on Mother's Day

Photo by Brigitte Werner
Courtesy of

Every Spring I come out
and lay flowers on graves 
for Mother’s Day
I have done it for so long
that I have lost track of
the number of years
that have gone by

I’m sure the flowers
are not as lovely
as the ones before
yet I keep up the vigil
and soon I will add names 
to my flower list
for Mother’s Day

Thursday, May 11, 2017

forever waiting

was how long it seemed
that I waited for you
to sweep me off my feet
and into that grand 
fairytale castle on the hill

was how long I waited
from sunrises to sunsets
still believing that day
would come when dreams
would become realities

but forever
lasted too long for me
I lost all hope especially
when I removed rose colored
glasses and saw you for
the man you truly were

Monday, May 8, 2017

in the dark

our whispers
echo off walls
secret rendezvous
under midnight stars
hidden love letters
in mysterious boxes
it was all good
for awhile
until one of us
wanted to drag
the other
into the light
and that was
the breaking point
in this secret affair

Thursday, May 4, 2017

returning home

I went so far off chasing the clouds
that never stood still
and now I return to the place I once
desired to burn down
but it will be here that I reconnect
to the person I was before
I went after unattainable rainbows

Thatched cottage. Photo by Kaz
Courtesy of

Monday, May 1, 2017


it was the aroma of
sandalwood cologne
that pulled me
as he hooked his
claws into my skin
my insides burned
with the thought
of his touch
and I knew then
I was in too deep
but a part of me
did not mind