Periwinkle skies, we've met again;
over my poetry-filled ancient garden...
Advice is given,
but rarely is self-taken...
"I miss you"
He said...
(I dedicate this to the ballet girls/guy and Stan...
The lights go dim...
Silver curtains of moonlight,
Undulating slowly over glowing hillsides...
First strike of lightning, first boom of thunder
All this goes on and I still wonder...
The painted flower on the vase
perched on the ledge said...
Like a little sparrow
lost in the rain...
a chain of incomplete
inconsistencies...
Look
how inflated I am...
Everything is packaged in the prison of time
until it grows soul...
Why should I write a sonnet just for you?
When Hockey players will be on TV...