Wednesday, May 28, 2008

jet lag

i am awake
but on the wrong continent
six hours behind

Sunday, May 25, 2008


in the water
i see ripples of hope
staring backsilent glide
across mirrored surface
two skiesone drop falls
onto still surface
ripples outwardspatter of sunlight
shimmering dance of surface
tickled reflectionmirror image
reflection in stillness
morning light

Sunday, May 18, 2008


across the white page
words of a fountain pen bleed
infusing new lifebleeding hearts pass by
with nary a sidelong glance
stranger to your plightone careless word cuts
with skill of a surgeon's knife
hope bleeds from the wound

Sunday, May 11, 2008


in stony repose
block of stone becomes vision
of warmth in sun's raya week of burden
grown heavy on the heart
warmed by love's prompthope is a flower
warmed in sun-showers of love
that blooms in the heart

Sunday, May 4, 2008


once in newborn joy
you crashed into our world
and now you are gonesea of lonely sand
but not without lush center
desert oasis

one single impression