About Across the Lake, Eerily. Catapulting on the springboard of today. This entry was posted on 17 May 2014, in micro poetry. Learned in woods, compliant in his words. The skill witnessed in one; the other. Missed, though blessed by the verses he wove. The final exhale came at his death. A mother long held ch.

At the height of unencumbered. Monday melting rosemary mint poem teens dance dress. How my soul was bolted,. All you see is me weary. I would trade all,.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012. What I did was get a website where everything I do can come together in one place. Meena Rose and I now collaborate on a website labeled Two Voices, One Song. Why did we do this? We both felt the need to expand and test our wings in other skies. We also had some fun doing it. We so enjoy having friends and neighbors drop in for a look-se.

I struggle with picking my brain; scooping out thoughts laced within each other. There are so many to choose, therefore I have nothing to say. Untangling them in order to focus on one proves to be rather complicated. My words on a page.

Interpreting signs in the storefront of life. Tuesday, April 3, 2018. This poem can reveal a secret, incorporate a secret activity, or involve any other secret interpretation.

Words and Pics 27 is the name I have chosen. Please stop by, follow if you wish. Best in the new year.

Help for the wannabe artist. What do you need for art? The Great Coxwell Barn. Last week, my friend Elaine said she would kidnap me for a couple hours to take me somewhere special.

It was all wired up and ready. To go, until it ran out of self. This poem is a scar. Too soon, swooned low. By a rising crimson sky. This poem has no sense. Of place, no where. Waiting for one last good. Circadian rhythm in b flat. Lie loose and cold and worn,. With the sky, and wonder.

My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. INTERVIEWS WITH WALT OR BY WALT. THE RHYME OF THE POET LAUREATE. POETIC ASIDES 2012 NOVEMBER CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE.