Beat of the Soul I watch I wait I listen For the sound of the heavens Moving and spooling Over the shadows of the universe I watch I wait I listen For the call of destiny Watching and guiding The... Continue Reading →
Security While we're talking about war and drones drifting over the sand, there's a click on the line and you say, oh they're listening. I wish they could see my green orchid turning its face to the shade and the... Continue Reading →
I'll Count A Few of the Sands of Time Winter dark shuts tight Across the causeway That joins the town And beach of the same name— A narrow strip Into the gulf. Raining hard Across the small balcony And later... Continue Reading →
Glass Jar World I am afloat no eyes, no touch in this senseless cadaverous world. Dreams dissipated, vapid despair. I am afloat gasping in this fragile world. A glass shard, in your no-touch world. About the Poet: Lillian... Continue Reading →
Murmurs The wind rakes his fingers through the weeping willow’s tangled hair She murmurs in response, Seagulls swirl above, ca ha ha laughter their commentary Picnickers scurry like nervous squirrels to pack up their cars, As a curtain of raindrops... Continue Reading →
The Neighbors Are so quiet – they rarely appear – The washing is there but We never see them There are times When I walk out early & the street is empty When an old car with faded paint Backs... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 