I'm stranded.
I know last time,
dreamin' while awake.
The ticking of the wall clock,
kept perfect time to the steps you took.
Invite me, does this mean we can't
play anymore.
I'm home Mama. I kept my promise.
I paid my respects to the blue calm.
If it were me, I would wait til the new wore off.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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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