Gossamer Lens

Something about writing feels illicit My notebooks fill with poetry, thoughts, worlds of idea Writing never ceases But the sharing It fee...

Peace Flutters An illusion of obtainability Just out of reach Sometimes brushing my finger...

I lean into the wind Soaking in the feeling I throw back my head And simply breathe...

Colleges have begun to flood my email and snail mail with information about their programs. They send me explanations of why their...

Sitting here writing Wisps of image Shrouded shadow Of Imagined future...

You say My cheeks Are beautiful These ones...

I look in the mirror What do I see? Myself as I am? Me as I appear?...

Sinking in misery I curl around her Arm around waist Holding hands...

Shadows move Like misery Through fragrant winds Light shimmers...

Oh joy of joys! Elation that I feel In my bosom burn Why were you...

She drinks in the sobs Of her child. She comforts and consoles. She brushes away the tears...

I twirl Feasting on the sun. My arms outstretched Brushing over the grass...

The moon steps down off the stage The birds begin to chirp They twirl and sing their intro music For the sun and earth...

Running turns to walking When faced with ice So loving should turn to nothing When ones treated as a vice...

With my arms I have tried to protect you I told you Of my joys...

I say tweet tweet in the wind, The new bird can fly Mama bird gives a worm to eat I sit and think...

Valentines Day... I think its probably once was a really cute idea to have this day dedicated to 'love' and 'passion.' However, now it...