This poem was written sometime during the 1986-1987 school year.
A fleeting glance
A longing look
quickly hidden
no one will ever know
no one should ever know
Hidden feelings
rip and rend in frustration
emotional spasms
tightly kept veiled
Should anyone find out
trap door opens in the heart
as a futile escape from truth
is attempted
But now
the feeling
is gone.
Written in 1983. Why are we all different? Is it because the flowers are so? Is it because the animals are so? Or is it because there is a lesson to learn? It would be so simple to be all of one colour, all of one faith, and all of one point of view. Are…
Here is another poem about D.B., written in 1983. Oh! How I love you, You little ball of fur. Your little booted feet, up to your little white chin. Your long, soft fur is a comfort when I’m sad. Your watchful eyes help me see clearly that you love me as much as I love…
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 kisses Thank you for your…
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
This poem was written in 1983 and published in the Spring 1984 issue of Metanoia, the Montgomery High School creative writing magazine. What colour is God? A child with milk mustache asks. Does God have a colour? Is the reply. Mother looks at her young offspring. A loving look met by confused eyes. Is God…
Written in 1983. You see an apple. I see knowledge of a million years. You see a circle. I see life, death and rebirth. Why do two people see so differently? What makes one person see surface, while another sees depth? May this be a reason for war? Which insight is right? No one can…