Published in ILLUMINATION-Curated·PinnedMember-onlyI Came to a Bridge While Out WalkingIn the midst and turmoil of daily life where do we cross to find ourself? A Bridge to Our Self Once Taken — a free verse poem I came across a bridge and lingered before crossing Stone and mosaic moss, it slept before me Paths worn and tired, it tempted…Poetry On Medium2 min readPoetry On Medium2 min read
Published in ILLUMINATION-Curated·PinnedMember-only12 Thoughts When Spooning at DawnHow to know if the choice was right, a review when cuddling after 40 years. The Disclaimer : I am not boasting the years I have accumulated, that is not my intent, I was fortunate and I recognize everyone has their own road to walk. …Advice On Love4 min readAdvice On Love4 min read
PinnedMember-onlyThe PostStanding in No Man´s land, a charred post views our heroes. The post stood alone, brittle, bereft of kindness, a peering eye. Between the trenches it watched as man´s hubris sputtered by. Raging courage, to quell the fears, it saw men blindly race to the fore, Soon to be slaughtered…Remembrance Day2 min readRemembrance Day2 min read
Published in ILLUMINATION-Curated·Oct 4Member-onlyWhat Evil Lurks in the Morning Fog?I gazed at a swallowing mass, terrified that I, too, would be consumed. The stilled sleep of fog beckons, hazed anonymous images drift, shapeless or shape-filled, vacant. Does the shadow question? In silence the mist waltzes, in grace it consumes the surface a rolling octopus of fog. It seeps over…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in ILLUMINATION-Curated·Oct 1Member-onlyMy Hands Speak to MeGazing at your palms what do you see? Time’s passing leaves crevices that echo shattered trails like dry river beds memories drifting in ash of kindled hopes now gone. Servants forever humbled and bent, dutiful in youth, angered in gnarled age. You have served in solitude firm unwavering, yet unappreciated. You can…Poetry On Medium2 min readPoetry On Medium2 min read
Published in ILLUMINATION-Curated·Sep 21Member-onlyTime Forgives NaughtThe passage of life’s grains of sand suffocates the substance of our souls Wrapped, enshrouded, and consuming, Time throttles my ambition, that tarted basket of hopes and dreams, that mystic cloud of naive possibility. Time stands guard, relentlessly burning the incessant drip of life, scorching the icicle of termination searing in the brilliance…Poetry On Medium1 min readPoetry On Medium1 min read
Published in ILLUMINATION-Curated·Sep 15Member-onlyAbandoned, I Saw Love FadingWatching love fade, I search for a new image in the darkness — You turn slow, the ebb of a tide no sound, no breath of wind, stillness, only your drifting. A shoulder glimpsed, a cheek with loving smile, now cool and dismissive. Eyes once welcoming and warm, now distant, shuttered. …Love Poems2 min readLove Poems2 min read
Published in ILLUMINATION-Curated·Sep 8Member-onlyScreaming UnderwaterFinding the writer’s voice through self-criticism. — Enveloping, you drag my soul. Yet undaunted, aspirations rise breath screams forward gushing hope flies in a vacuum, your fingers scratch, your judgement tears. Self, why do you horror me so? Racing, straining against a tide, intention thrusts forward underwater, held, hindered, tethered I gasp for a voice, yearn for a morsel of understanding smothered…Writers On Writing1 min readWriters On Writing1 min read
Published in ILLUMINATION-Curated·Sep 7Member-onlyBlueChoices that confront our humanity can wound our deepest honor. Old friend your eyes droop sagging smiles of joy the patter is gone the jittering, bone-shuddering shakes of love. I see your once massive chest heave, rolling slow so very tired it rises and wavering, falls echoing calls of honor and madness elegance…Poetry On Medium2 min readPoetry On Medium2 min read
Published in ILLUMINATION-Curated·Sep 6Member-onlyBeing AnonymousThrough the rain I searched the surface for meaningPoetry On Medium1 min readPoetry On Medium1 min readPhoto by Pete Nowicki on UnsplashBeing Anonymous----1
