If only you could feel the breeze caressing your...
and know it is me, far away, touching you with...

You
are blue...

Blue skies, grassy fields, wildflowers,
yellow daisies standing up tall...

When I write and post a poem, there is no...
Society assumes cowards are consumed by fear. My...

Laying under a generous mulberry tree
watching the breeze caress each leaf...

Daisy the duck, is the mother of six delightful...
devilish Delia, ditsy Doris, darling Daphne...

Evil lives in this world today, in the guise of...
that if you do not agree with our way, we will...

Fingers, ten of them, bloody and raw
grasping the edge of a ledge, hurrah...

Apathy, a vacant stare, confusion in sad eyes,
plaques and tangles in the brain...

Sun
r i s e s...

Chest hurts, cannot breathe,
tears fall from your eyes...

Sun shines
this fine morning...