Category Archives: Poems

Sitting. Bored. Nothing to do. Feel inadequate. Could do more, not here. Turned off, shut out, nonachieving. Loneliness sometimes, alone. Connected, yet not connected. Competent in doing, yet don’t feel it. Dejected? Sometimes. Educated, personal skills, know the work. Praised? … Continue reading →

All sizes, kinds. Ball point, roller, mechanical, calligraphy, fountain. Different colors: red, black, blue, rainbow hued. Pen on paper, scratching across vellum, recording news, thoughts, emotions, feelings, business transactions, birth announcements, obituaries. Small news, big news, family accolades, business mergers. … Continue reading →

I see you healthy I see you whole I see you dance With your daughter On her wedding day Many years from now. I see you getting your dream agent I see your name on the bestseller lists I see … Continue reading →

Her sorrow sighed upon the breeze. Picked up by the strong northern wind, It was flung to the far corners of the seas. Waves crashed and sprayed upon the rocks As a lone seagull cried its mournful dirge, Its grief … Continue reading →

This is the source of the poem: Vonda Sue Peabody sat behind the wheel of the 64 1/2 Mustang. The daughter of Rhonda and Vernon Peabody, she’d been teased about her name. She ran her hand over the plastic feeling … Continue reading →

Frustration. Bottled up inside When to let go, Should I? Where and how will it release? It is potent, stronger than tar, thicker than smog. It wells up inside angrier than Ceres Double-headed, double-edged razor-sharp with need. There is no … Continue reading →

I cannot write about your eyes; their every changing blue to grey— their midnight ringing baby blue— mirror mine, while laughter surrounds us. I cannot write about your smile; its activity and motion — first, wide; second, cocked at the … Continue reading →

Spinning wheels spinning The march of life is racing, Time has turned the corner My reality lacks pacing. What’s a person to do? How can I fix this breach? Heart and soul at war, The lesson serves to teach. Ever … Continue reading →

What happens after the HEA Does the hero and heroine call it a day? Do they continue the intricate dance? Or is it an end to flowers, intimate dinners and romance? When does reality hit? The world of a life … Continue reading →