Sleeping In
When sleep is friendly,
wants to stay, far be it from
me to chase it off.
Category Archives: poetry
At Linderhof
silence and stillness;
now the rain, soft and steady,
rhythmic, lingering
National Poetry Month, 25
Forty minutes, by
myself, in the bookstore, once
a week, keeps me sane.
National Poetry Month, 24
Breathe.
Create.
Tell a tale.
Heal a heart.
Teach. Rest.
Breathe.
National Poetry Month, 23
A Realization
I often think in
seventeen syllable bits
of information.
Through a Train Window
Meadow, mountain, sky –
Bavaria through a train
window, early spring.
National Poetry Month, 21
Fortune Cookie
Perhaps the end of
the rainbow is found along
the road less traveled.
National Poetry Month, 20
Amid the tumult
no one hears the mockingbird.
He sings anyway.
National Poetry Month, 19
Why are we enthralled
by replayed images and
reports of no news?
National Poetry Month, 18
Coin Toss
No. It isn’t worth
talking about anymore.
The answer is no.
Yes. I always knew
that you would ask me someday.
My answer is yes.
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