The ankle bracelet.
The ankle bracelet. The defining of beauty is easy to describe. I have stood on mountain tops and worshiped the hawk and the eagle.I have been in the arms of the great sea.… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
Forever young.
1- I am not done yet my friends, still many miles to go. Are you coming with me? 2- The wine been sweeter, the days been longer. We have survived the bad days… Continue reading
Run with the wind, dance with the sea.
Don’t look at me with disappointment. Don’t look at me.Don’t give me those sad looks of disappointment.I don’t care what you see. I’m breaking down walls,I’m not afraid.Like you, a robot.Walking the walk… Continue reading
Too late for forgiveness. Remembering Hayden Panettiere.
(I watched dear Hayden Panettiere grow up. Broke my heart, her death. This is an old poem. Once I was in a hurry and did not listen. Two brothers committed suicide. One in… Continue reading
The sun, the moon and the stars.
The sun, the moon and the stars. 1- She told me, pretty does, pretty do. Kind sun warms our faces and our hearts, the moon light-up the darkness of the night and the… Continue reading
I called your name.
I called your name. Beautiful lady weeps for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First tears will take us to weight-full memories and places amidst lonely, descended wants and needs.… Continue reading
I will never leave Michigan.
I will never leave Michigan. Years ago. I wanted to see the whole world. Drink wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in… Continue reading
Monday afternoon poetry.
Monday afternoon poetry. 1- Was just a kiss, was just a sweet memory. Maybe was the sweetest kiss? 2- Was just a Summer day, was a day of the sea and the dance.… Continue reading
Like this. And lovely Tilda Swinton soft spoken poetry.
Like this. 1- If someone ask you. Is love real? Tell them hold a small baby and watch their face. Watch their eyes and see the energy of hope in their eyes. The… Continue reading
The October days of my life.
The October days of my life. Last dance for the Coyote.. This morning, I saw a old face looking back at me in the mirror. My beard is gray and I have pain… Continue reading