white teacup on plate surrounded pink roses

A honeycomb reflection

Bringing smiles

Bringing tears

Remembrance of a season

Passing days

Passing years

She sat on her veranda

With a teacup in her hand

Soaking in the fragrance

She once shared

She loved her man

Sunlight glistens beautifully

In that cup of liquid gold

The years, they had been good to her

Oh, the stories that she told

And for the lines and wrinkles

That creep across her face

Not a single would she trade

To be in any other place

DISFUNKTATION… a messed up poem

Nothing to see here folks… Move along!

blue and black abstract artwork

Photo by Rachel Lynette French on Unsplash

The dogma of this hyperbole

Leaves me wondering if it’s true

For ages the story has been told

But, then again, it’s new

“I’s” are crossed with dotted “T’s”

While “Z” runs down to “A”

The sun and moon switch places

As night becomes the day

Birds, they swim, while fish, they fly

So colorful this black and white

Snow is warm on a Summer’s day

Cough, cough… I say, gesundheit


green grasses near trees
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Secrets held in the Glade of Esterhein

Protected by the Leprechaun King

Shadows cloaked from sunlight’s spies

Camouflaged from mortal beings


Custody for not man to hold

For centuries have they lain imbued

Spilling their sides, these pots of gold

A fever of platitude


Aye, to the wiser who walk this field

‘Tis better to turn one’s head

For if ye ever stumble and steal

Surely, you will end up dead

RESPITE… a poem

woman in brown hat above body of water during daytime

Cascading against a torrent

Of delusion and indecision

She stood, facing the sea.

From the cliff, high above,

She watched the crashing waves

And heard their Siren’s whisper in her ears.

“Join us!”

What brought her to this point?

What is she really here to do?

Swaying ever so slightly

Into the breeze

That assaulted her…

She turned to make her way

Back home.

Exiled… a poem

ink bottle on desk

Collect your treasures

Your papers and quills

Write about sunsets,

And oceans and hills


Sketch like the artist

Who lives in your heart

Abstract to some

To others – pure art


Break from the confines

That hold back your mind

Life, it is finite,

Live it in kind


Slow down and breathe

See through the eyes of a child

Recapture the magic

From darkness – exiled


Did you hear the singing in the night?

Did you feel the words that were said over you?

Do you hear anything I say?

I know you’re lost,

But I really need to find you.


I still remember just like yesterday

When we still had a great big life before us.

Do you hear anything I say?

I hope tomorrow brings you back

Into our chorus.


I hope you know that I understand.

And I will say my goodbyes, today.

But, for now I’ll just sit,

And hold your hand.

Do you hear anything I say?




How did the enchantress steal my light

Guarded as my heart was by thee

She who crept stealthily into the night

Whilst you, my love, slumbered so sweet


Canines rested without midnight feast

Oh ,what a meal could have been

Yet there they lay by the hearth restfully

Whilst the enchantress did get in


A spell cast there above my bed

Words piercing whilst dreams carried me

Never the morn shall I see again

For in darkness – will I ever sleep