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, ya’ know.
I just found this yesterday. It is the beginnings of a poem I wrote while sitting in a waiting room, feeling anxious. It was written sometime in late November, early December of 2011. The music in the waiting room is filled with anticipation, like the sound track of a video game on a constant loop….
Written Feb. 24, 1992. High upon a mountain my heart waits for you chained to a rock like Faye awaiting Kong Then they come picking and rending pieces of my heart They fly away like vultures with bits of Promethean liver hanging from their mouths I endure For how can I not? Like a modern…
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 in February 1983. I am trapped within this cage. I can’t see or feel the cage, but I sense its presence. Is it me? Is it my peers? Is it life? Why can’t I fly? I want to be free! But how can one escape from something unseen, and untouchable? How can one be…
This poem, published at poetry.com, was written in 1992 in response to someone I was gradually falling in love with. We had had a discussion about “love at first site” and this poem was the result. Love that comes quickly fades as fast Lasting love blooms slowly culminating in a rose before you knew there…
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…