I’m addicted
To ink
Ink on pages
I can’t get enough
Each day I need it more
And more
More ink
Category: Short Poems
Hand in hand
Hold my hand and walk with me
Along the leaf-strewn path
Tell me all you have to tell
I’ll listen, rapt, to you
Teach me ev’ry corner of
Your ever-spinning mind
So I can with patience walk
And understand your tales
Walk with me through darkest night
Where moon and stars don’t shine
Let me take your heart in hand
And soothe its anxious beat
Though I am but human, I
Will love you best I can
Walk now with me; hold my hand
Life we’ll together face
Destiny’s mercy
I lost a bet with destiny
When I went down that road
There, destiny did punish me
For charging forth, unbowed
It said, ‘Dear child, you’ve trodden far,
But now you ought turn back;
Ere you your life lastingly mar,
Along this curséd track.’
At first I did resist, and plead
For destiny’s mercy
But soon I saw it knew my need
And hoped the best for me.
After the storm
After heaven’s wrathful song
After sky’s great tears
Greens awake all o’er the ground
Blossoms open wide
Drums from heaven fade away
Presence faintly felt
Sun peeks ‘round the bright’ning clouds
And glistens in the grass
May the Fourth
Stories told and stories writ
Here and near and far
Tales of love, courage, and grit
Among the distant stars
Teaching us of dark and light
Right and wrong and truth
Fight, they say, the greatest fight
Awake your inner youth
So we are transfixed, agape
One more earthly day
To that galaxy, escape
The one far, far away
Walk together
Take this walk with me
Along this cobbled road
Come with me and see
The stories yet untold
Let’s forget the past
And walk as partners we
Into a future vast
And full and wild and free
52 – An Alliterative
Cutest cuddles coming quick
From dearest dog delighted
Such sweetness to send you sick
When leaving love’s lax light
May Day
Crusted eyes and stuffy noses
So goes the morning’s greeting
‘Fresh’ and ‘air’ will never meet
Once past this day in May
Life arriving
The final days of spring
Give way to warmest sun
The buds and blossoms sing
As children laugh and run
The world becomes alive
As if awake from dreams
And so does life arrive
In reds and blues and greens
A walk at night
I went out walking with a pen in hand
And found that all the Earth is stories told
I quickly listened, and these stories penned
Deep into night’s embrace of silent cold
A Poem A Day 