My Love
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 […]
This poem was written Feb. 16, 1991. I suddenly had an image of a light purple rose lying on a pillow and created this. One Violet Rose laid upon my pillow as I came waltzing in on a string of a thought a wish My love, Thank you for your […]
This poem was written March 14, 1997. It was a reaction to breaking up with my first lover because although I had fallen in love with him, he hadn’t responded in kind. No hard feelings … I just couldn’t stay in an empty relationship. How long does a broken heart […]
Here’s a limerick I wrote during the 1984/1985 school year that was inspired by a pen. The pen is a remarkable thing, you know. It writes with such an easy flow. The colours it comes in are endless. The things you can do, tremendous. There are even pens that glow, […]
My cat D.B. (short for Dust Ball) and I were so close it was like he was my familiar. He seemed to know when I needed him near. He’d recognize my car and come running home. He was a great little black and white cat that I still miss. This […]
Written in 1983. Shadows of images. Images of shadows. Ghost of my nightmare. Monster of my dream. Who are you who hides in my closet? Why do you stalk me? My veins are filled with fear of you. But then, who is the fear-filled one? Is it I? Or is […]
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.