Twirling like a ballerinaLeaves fall at season's endWith happiness too. Snow silences the noiseWhite graces the dirtAnd the sacrifice. Animals fight to liveHouses beg for heatWhile singers praise a silent night. Now only the shadowsAnd life's peaceful sleepGrace the eyes of the mourn. One hundred twenty days to countAs darkness has the timeBefore Spring brings …
Category: Poetry
My Little Old Man
The loss of you haunts me As well a lesson understood And my heart aches Because you were just so good. You brought much joy And of course frustration too And you filled our hearts differently Just by being you And when we had to let you go Life didn’t stop And knowing that seemed …
It’s Life
It makes you thick It runs you thin It finds an way It always been It knows no bounds It never stops It takes the hits It gives out shots It is the present It is the past It is the pain It makes you fast It doesn’t need me It doesn’t need you It …
Wanting for More
Does it matter The earth falls through my fingers Like wine on the floor The smell only lingers... And I brace For a period of regret After the memories Only Alzheimer’s could forget... And I wait Just like those moments before Getting nothing But wanting for more.
Thankful
I am thankful For all life does give I’m thankful for family To have a husband and kids I’m thankful for my parents Who taught me wrong from right And even my brother Who helped improve my strength and might I am thankful for food And the sacrifice in all things I’m thankful for holy …
Life
The whisper of knowledge is profound Whether in our bodies Or on the ground. The sound of silence is loud and plain Whether ignoring another Or enjoying the rain. The presence of sleep is noise Whether in the plants Or that death employs. The sound of peace is foreign Whether in the news Or deep …
When Night Falls
When night falls... Ghosts awake
Twenty Years
Kenny Rogers - Twenty years ago Twenty years ago I was twenty And as clueless as can be… My parents were both healthy As they shook their heads at me. Twenty years later I am forty And my parents more of a mess I still have lots to learn My survival still a guess. Twenty …
