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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
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Saturday, September 27, 2014

For Allison In Portland

The misty morning rain and dove grey sky
Reminds me how the wet days make you smile
I swear I hear your laughter and I sigh
Imagining a bridge across the miles.

We'd put our boots on and go take a walk
We'd splash in all the puddles on our way
We'd joke and tease or maybe we'd just talk
A day I spend with you is the best day.

And even though I miss you constantly
I daydream in your room to feel you near
I know that Portland's where you need to be
So I would never try to keep you here.

So when you feel the rainy morning mist
Know that I am sending you a kiss.

submitted for Magpie Tales, Mag 238

Sunday, May 18, 2014

For Allison on Graduation



The summer's heat can melt away the time
Remembering when you were still a child
When autumn's chill comes, you're no longer mine

I crave the hours that moved so slow and mild
When days were filled with toys and song and play
Remembering when you were still a child

If I could keep the coming months at bay
I'd relive every minute spent with you
When days were filled with toys and song and play

I crave the time when it was just we two
And when you leave to live life on your own
I'll relive every minute spent with you

I beam at how you've blossomed as you've grown
So proud to see the woman you are now
And when you leave to live life on your own

I'll marvel at the seasons past and how
The summer's heat can melt away the time
So proud to see the woman you are now
When autumn's chill comes, you're no longer mine.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Form Challenge, Terzanelle

Monday, February 17, 2014

Will the Sun Rise?

image by Flor Larios
Will the sun rise when you are gone?
I can imagine only night
The stars, the moon may still be bright
but will the morning ever come?

Who will I be when you're away?
Will the sun rise when you are gone?
I have lived within your orbit
eighteen years now, a lifetime long

Will the tulips bloom come the spring?
Will lizards skitter on pebbles?
Will the sun rise when you are gone?
Will cherry blossoms pink again?

When you see the moon, think of me
Watching over you quietly
Waiting for you to come back home
Will the sun rise when you are gone?

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Form Challenge, Quatern

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Wish You Were Here


 I carry you like my heart
I drink in your laughter
before my morning coffee
I wear your smile
as a cloak on rainy days
You are my own sun
No suitcase is big enough
to hold my love for you,
but as you were packing,
I slipped some in between 
your socks and shirts
to lighten your load.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Rainy Days of Spring

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She loves the rainy days of spring
She dances out the kitchen door
To twirl and splash while robins sing
She loves the rainy days of spring
Much more than flowers, showers bring
the fragrance of sweet petrichor
She loves the rainy days of spring
She dances out the kitchen door.

submitted  for   Day 23 triolets, of NaPoWri Mo,