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?
On June 6, 1981, my diary entry consisted of nothing but poetry. Here is a series i did about color. Yellow Yellow is bright and cheery It never seems dreary Yellow is the sun Yellow is the morning Yellow wakes me up to a new day And by the way Yellow is adoring Red Red…
Recently I was blessed to experience a connectedness with another person that was so intense it took my breath away. It was a connectedness I haven’t felt in a very long time (if ever). It was a connectedness that was spiritual, emotional and physical all at the same time. And, for the past two weeks…
1983 was a year a great angst for me. I wanted so much to have a boyfriend … didn’t happen. I was having issues with friends … my ADD-induced social cluelessness didn’t help. So, a lot of my poetry from that year deals with love and frustration and teen angst. This poem is no different….
Written Feb. 27, 1992. You looked at me as if I was a person as if I was beautiful as if I mattered You, who were to hold my first born and smile but were torn too soon away from life You, who in my mourning were a bright star and a friend now so…
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…
This poem was written in February 1988 during a time when I was writing a lot of love poetry. My Love is as sweet as the nectar of the honeysuckle the laughing call of gulls the soft breath of a babe He is as pleasant as the sun upon my back the wind in my…
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