When you look back at memories let the fragrance live on though the past may be only memories.
I sat looking Waiting Hoping for One last glimpse of us *** There we were on our bench the picture so clear sweet summer fragrance eyes only for each other *** You held me tight beneath the maple trees emanating warmth even in the fall breeze *** Words they heard in our lover’s embrace carefully conveyedContinue reading “Waiting for You #poem (One shot Wednesday)”
I would never stop talking there would always be answers leading to more questions deep moments of silence I’d gaze you’d grin private joke no explanation needed I’d look for your approval your consent you wisely know the right words to say We’d tell stories gazing at the stars searching their secrets holding hopes andContinue reading “If you were here”
I have decided to try something new for this blog. I’ve been a storyteller since I was 8. Children loved sitting and hearing me tell a story before bedtime or a nap or just in-between something. I’ll try it with older kids and see what happens. Worst case I’ll create a story section for youContinue reading “The Boy and The Stick (Saturday Story)”
I Danced With the Devil by Brenda Porter The past has slipped through my fingers And the future threatens to consume me My hopes and dreams turn to fears As you impose your acrimonious views on me The depiction of an existence at your side Is tempting in its magnificent splendor But its a ruseContinue reading “Spotlight on a young poet/writer”