Category Archives: ORIGINAL POETRY
FROM MY WINDOW
The Gift
You had no flowers in your hand
No gift bought with silver or gold. read more »
Playing The Game
Do you remember a child’s day
And all the games we used to play?
Vermillion Sky
Pink, yellow, orange, blue
Creeps across the morning dew read more »
It All Will Come Out Right
Whatever is a cruel wrong,
Whatever is unjust…
Butterfly On A Wilted Rose
Butterfly on a wilted rose
Sitting in a respite pose
A Lovers’ Quarrel
We two were lovers, the Sea and I;
We plighted our troth ‘neath a summer sky. read more »
The Man At Table 8
Twas about 12:00 AM on Christmas Eve – well, OK, Christmas morn
When my faith in my fellow man was once again reborn. read more »
Patchwork Pieces And Patchwork Quilts
Old rags in the corner, tattered and torn,
Pieces of old sheets and pillowcases long since worn. read more »
