1. Any yellow thing
Reminds me of how quickly
She could name the trees—JLS
2. For Pat
How does it make sense
To speak of you in the past
You feel so present–Mary H. Lynch
I art, therefore I am…
1. Any yellow thing Reminds me of how quickly She could name the trees—JLS 2. For Pat How does it make sense To speak of you in the past You feel so present–Mary H. Lynch
1. Any yellow thing
Reminds me of how quickly
She could name the trees—JLS
2. For Pat
How does it make sense
To speak of you in the past
You feel so present–Mary H. Lynch
I see my Grandmom Settled in her favorite chair Comfort in our past Key words: haiku, Janice Lynch Schuster
I see my Grandmom
Settled in her favorite chair
Comfort in our past
Key words: haiku, Janice Lynch Schuster
Saying our goodbyes From the moment we first met How our lives go fast While I didn’t count You grew beyond my hand’s reach Just living does that We hold hands to sleep A howling wind topples trees We are dreaming still We live forever In memories and friendship You are always mine Every day … Continue reading “Longing”
Saying our goodbyes
From the moment we first met
How our lives go fast
While I didn’t count
You grew beyond my hand’s reach
Just living does that
We hold hands to sleep
A howling wind topples trees
We are dreaming still
We live forever
In memories and friendship
You are always mine
Every day my heart
Carves a path to memory
You come in again
A riot of trees Like fire on the horizon Almost worth the cold Key words: seasons, fall, trees, color
A riot of trees
Like fire on the horizon
Almost worth the cold
Key words: seasons, fall, trees, color
Monkeys and stardust A flare of divinity Combined to make us
Monkeys and stardust
A flare of divinity
Combined to make us
Herky-jerky bus Its fat wheels spin round and round I can sing along
Herky-jerky bus
Its fat wheels spin round and round
I can sing along
Unforgiving fabric Clings to every extra roll Fifty doesn’t care
Unforgiving fabric
Clings to every extra roll
Fifty doesn’t care
Turning fifty now. It is not the new thirty. My smile lines crinkle.
Turning fifty now.
It is not the new thirty.
My smile lines crinkle.
Cell phone chatterers Jaywalk on Seventeenth Street No one tries to stop
Cell phone chatterers
Jaywalk on Seventeenth Street
No one tries to stop
Walking in the rain Taking shelter in my thoughts Cool August morning. key words: summer, rainstorm, walking
Walking in the rain
Taking shelter in my thoughts
Cool August morning.
key words: summer, rainstorm, walking