twelve
one
two
three
o’clock.
This hotel room is absent of you,
No lovers’ talk,
just me,
myself,
and seven o’clock is coming far
too soon.
poem-coming home August 19, 2015
Leaving now
Drive safely
@ Olds
@ work
@ Golden
2:45 TO GO!
Sicamous! Count down to ravishing you!
21 mins………….
.
.
..
^ Real texts, those. It makes for an unconventional love poem. 🙂 The best part about being away is coming home to the one you love and leaping into his arms! I’ve been leaping enthusiastically into those arms for more than half my life. ((((sigh))))
poem- journey November 23, 2014
Snow falling
dancing white specks
journeys from heaven
quickly absorbed
in mundane.
.
Plane flying
leaving white trails
journey from you
quickly absorbed
in fast lanes
poem- flying November 20, 2014
Sometimes,
my CPU revs up
like an airplane,
races down the run way;
my typing thuds unexpected spaces,
but my words take off
and fly around the world.
.
.
.
(old computer, noisy fan. It does sound like a revving plane!)
poem- real life take 2 August 31, 2014
Son returns
from Brazilian dreams
Misses his flights and is stranded in The Big City
.
Good thing today his sister moved into an apartment 10 mins from the airport, eh?
poem- marble August 21, 2014
From the rail siding
in Carrera I see
Michaelangelo’s
cold white mountain
sliced block by block.
What once created
La Pieta and David
now reduced to
slices of counter tops.
.
.
.
poem-missing August 7, 2014
Three thirty-three in the morning
I awaken, drenched in sweat.
I turn on the fan,
waiting for sleep to return
wishing that you were beside me.
