Silence washes over me... spirits capture wrinkled hues
in the vastness of my white satin sheets...all alone...as
I contemplate the plunder of my soul.
Storms of intensity...soaked skin permeates the air
with my tears spurned cotton...where once there was
diamonds of brillant Love upon my white satin sheets.
In my despair,dare to Love again, Cotton so washable~
Diamonds, like their carats...sparkle of white satin.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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