Dreams and dreamers

What is it about timethat keeps you from taking holdthe reigns of your mind?The dark alleysexposed in the changingseasons forevermoredemanding you move along.He standswaiting.She loves the flowof his words wornaround her neck, bentfrom past love obligationsand surprisingly -heunderstands.

Thursday Doors

Sarasota Florida has marvelous doors. The weather is grand too. You might decide to stay outdoors when visiting. Although when the humidity is too high, the luxury of air-conditioned indoors might suit you. The area I stayed is an artist’s colony. The Ringling Museum of Art is nearby. That will be a destination on myContinue reading “Thursday Doors”

Letters to Mrs. Marshall

preoccupied dreamsstacked memories to leaf throughblades of hope full bloom Chanced upon this stack of love papers, piled high and grown larger with time. Now to sit and relish in space forgotten and live their second summer. When flowers bloom, a lover’s scent caresses a cheek.

dilemma 

Always a man, the little boy picked up his trucks. It most certainly was not his decision. He had rather destroy than keep order. Chaos, a game to play. And nothing was squared away that day. With time, his anger grew loudly inside but politely kept at bay. Inner demons kept vigil, camped around theContinue reading “dilemma “