Friday, October 23, 2009


Wandering through old memories this morning.
7:30am is too early to be awake not still
being awake.
The unconscious was a bit strange night of last.
Dreams less sweet, or so it is said.
Missing things I've never missed before.
Time is playing hopscotch with my memories.
My memories are playing Russian roulette with my emotions.
Friday came too fast again.
Saturday may prove worthy.
As for today, it's time to send that letter.

The one I was supposed to send last weekend.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Friday, October 16, 2009

Summer storms now distant : (

In honor of the forthcoming Winter,
here is a poem I thought was lost.
Written in the Winter of 1997.

Early morning arrivals
Halls blessed, emptiness
No people, no energy
Makeup applied, perfected
Cold clear frosted pane
Green grass the same
A helix of silence
An array of serenity
Thoughts of the present

I've taken a turn
No going back now
A devotional conquest
An advocate everlasting
Concluding my endeavor
My morning, like all:
This is solitude

Cleansed and soon erased
The fierce flames
The shocking memories
All found
Not forgotten