Written in 1983 .. inspired by the cover of my copy of Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury.
He stands alone
in a field
of grass
and flowers.
Pants, too big,
hang from
brown suspenders.
Solemn,
in his face.
Is the boy sad?
Is the boy lonely?
Alone, he stands
in a field
of bombs
and flowers.
Who will help
him now?
This poem was written in 1983, inspired by my senior ring, which had a blue spinal stone because my favorite color is blue. It was published in the Spring 1984 issue of Metanoia, the Montgomery High School creative writing magazine. Blue Spinal, Spiral me down, down to the depths of your ocean. I see everything…
This poem comes from my writing journal. It is more a random thought than a poem, but is poetic in nature so I share it here. The death of a loved one lingers at my side like the specter of memories not to be. It’s not that I wish to forget them, but if I…
Written sometime during the 1980/81 school year. Boredom escaping from boredom fleeting images Adventures, Fantasies Images Fading . . . Fading . . . Fading . . . . The Death of a Daydream.
A fear bubbles forth A spider of self loathing Slam it with a book
Written Feb. 26, 1992. Paradise is space to grow to expand to soar like a bird wind in my hair in my wings in my sails pushing me along the sea Paradise is the warmth of the sun caressing my skin gently freedom to be anything I want including nothing Paradise is the sweet taste…
These two limericks were written in my diary on April 19, 1981. Yes, I am aware they don’t make much sense. 😉 There once was a very cool cot Who was always smoking pot He was so high He thought he could fly But now he is forgot Many people don’t know if Or why…
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