Fire crackling
Pages turning
Cocoa steaming
Babies sleeping
These are the good times
Category: Free Verse
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Questions unending
Lost in frantic thoughts
Hoping for a breath
Of peace
A hoppin’ good night
On one hoppin’ good night
I sat out with my dear
We drank to sunset red
And kissed into the morn
Memorial
And when remembering heroes
Remember too their peace
Their carefully chosen words
With never brag nor boast
And hold them in your hearts
(That much remains the same)
Violence do not glorify
They never did.
About the trees
What is it about the trees
That so fascinates my mind?
What is it about their branches
That makes me want to climb?
What is it about the leaves
That makes me want to paint?
What is it about the trees?
Summer noise
Drips and swishes
Howling dogs
Distant roaring engines
Sweaty faces
Brightest sun
Sights and sounds of summer
517 – Dry them for you
Your tears
Let me dry them for you
Your scars
Let me heal them for you
Your broken heart
Let me mend it for you
Your hands
Let me hold them
516
Here and there
I stop to wonder
Sometimes it hurts
Others it changes me
Words!!!
Words, words, words
Forever we’re mired in words
Some are true and some look it
But all just sound like words
512 – The rain
The rain falls hard
As on a tin roof
It drowns out all
But thoughts in one’s head
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