post a comment | posted Jun 25
...what happened to spring? Feels like yesterday that it was the beginning of April. Now it's almost the end of June. Not that I'm complaining.
Seems like it was only last week when I was a kid and going full bore all summer. Now I'm an adult an...
2 comments | posted Jun 22
Reaching, never touching,
but reaching nonetheless
for that burning star,
that heartfelt dream within
a dream, constant thought,
caressing comfort shattered,
stained glass on the pavement.
Roaming and watching
for the one, perhaps only
...
1 comment | posted Jun 19
I watched a hunchback cross the street today.
He was a slim young man
and would have been tall
if his upper torso wasn't bent over
into a question mark.
He crossed a large intersection
on the far side from my van.
I crossed with him
...
1 comment | posted Jun 16
I used to think the hard part of getting published was the actual writing part, the creative part. The part where you, the author, actually write. You know. Sit down. Click on the Word icon. Type a working title so you don't have to stare at a comp...
1 comment | posted Jun 13
Old-timers Disease
I peeled the taters in the tub
Put them in the bowl to boil
Placed the pot roast in the hamper
And covered it all with voile
Then I went to the sitting room
To take my morning shower
Beneath a sprinkler hose that stretched...
1 comment | posted Jun 10
It was a sunny spring day as I looked out my office window. When lunchtime came, I decided to hightail it to the park. The vernal sun had moved just a bit closer to earth to beat back old man winter back into the north reaches. It's not that often ...
1 comment | posted May 4
This poem is one by our forum members known by the name Galivanting.
post a comment | posted Apr 30
looks like fun in that sneaky crafty sort of way