I digress

I took your name off the listand it toppled a thousand tablesBook strewn and predictable You were a mighty treeBlowing the daffodil and cattail wind my way You, that apparitionMe, that curly haired voyeur You couldn’t handle complicatedYou eradicated A forest of affectionGrown only on the nurturingOf imagination and a few chance meeting You silly…

On Dreams Deferred & Piano Playing

I’ve been thinking about the poem Harlem lately. My husband gave me a metrynom for Christmas. At 35, I have longed to play piano for many years. I have felt a call to music in the depths of my soul. But it has been somewhat of a shattered and painful dream. I have imagined being…

City of Overpasses

I was thinking about running somewhere new I was considering walking under trees after dark I imagined sitting by the Saint John’s River and watching the ripples roll by I thought of digging my feet in Jax beach sand and leaning against the crests of the dunes I got in my car and rode over…

The Harvest of An Idealist

This brainwork is a bed of soil A place she where she digs And I watch as her thoughts they grow I like to peek over the iron-wrought walls of friendship, fortresses and fear to see The things that grow beneath Her words fall Into the freshly-watered soil of a blank computer page To grow…