This was written May 18, 1984.
I stand alone,
as I always will.
Friends come and go,
but all the while
I stand alone.
Just a molecule
of air, am I,
tossed about by
the wind.
I see, and know,
and love
others
but they go and
I see, know and love
more.
Always there will be
others.
Is there no one forever?
I stand so, so alone.
Somehow I knew that guy I met New Year’s day would inspire poetry. I just didn’t think it would take this long to manifest. But I guess absence makes the heart grow fonder … or is that distressed? I sometimes forget. At first, I thought it would be his unique artistic photographs that would inspire…
Written in 1984, this is another expression of my grief of losing my grandmother. Loss. A missing piece of the puzzle. A knot in the throat. A Demon in the gut. An unfulfilled need. A missing. A not there. A silent scream. Anger. Grief. Deprivement. A barrier to cross some day Yet crossed by another…
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.
Another in the series of love poems I wrote in 1988. My love, like the wind, flows through all. My love, like the ocean, encompasses a large expance. My love, like the sun, warms me through and through. My love, like sand, is infinite, or seemingly so. My love, my lover, my everything … where…
Oops! I was brain dead this week. Sorry for posting this so late. The World spins around Like a dradle in the sky Will it stop someday? Originally posted on 52 Haiku
Erg! This is more difficult than I had originally thought. Oh, well. Better late than never! 52 Haiku! Was I on drugs or something? Nope. Just plain crazy. Originally posted on 52 Haiku