Tuesday, April 23, 2024

heart of the poet

she poems
with all of her heart
penning words
in notepads
with each line she feels closer
in finding her voice



Monday, April 15, 2024

Friday

Friday seems so far away 
on Monday mornings 
when the week stretches 
down a long path
even when one reaches 
the middle of the week
Friday is still that star 
you cannot touch 
when Friday arrives 
you find it’s sweet 
nectar is too fleeting


Monday, April 8, 2024

eclipse

Photo by Drew Rae
Courtesy of Pexels.com


they waited for hours
in anticipation 
moon crossing sun
day turning to night
for fleeting minutes
before daylight returns


Monday, April 1, 2024

first car

his first car wasn’t much
but it had contours that 
ignited his heart for speed

the bright color drew the eyes
of men and coy smiles of women

it broke his heart the day
it went to the salvage yard
but his memories remained