Monday, September 07, 2015

A late onset loss
When panic attacks
With heat waving in
The turn of September

In interrupted thoughts
Start of an ending
I venture too far
To fall back again

Procession of dry tears
And rude waking dreams
Opening my book
While the phone rings

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Spring Sonnet

It's a tiny squeak of Life, at first blink
Where whispers have yet to find a home
The air smells different today, I think
Lighter, even while excess weighs down
We begin to own the earth again
Bones take coaxing to creak come morning
No longer a child - don't want to be
Even so, I'll dress bright as I like
Just like the tween discovering her point
And I'll eat the gummy vitamins
Paid for with the hard-earned cash derived by
My very grown-up office job
While I am barefoot come lunchtime
And I'll decide if my verse shall rhyme.