A Poet's Haven

Old homes are filled with memories and secrets. In the middle of the night she would step around  the floor boards that squeaked. And yet when she awakens in the morning,  knowing I am down the hall in my office. She will use the floor boards to inform, me that she is ready for our…

Staring out for seems hours on end… Looking out at the carnage brought… forth in this still early Springs frost… The self internment has been very hard upon her and far more than she has shown… The loss of an old friend, from this silly flu as it has played out within her mind… “…

They say it was a curse placed upon the fallen angels… On those who sought the daughters of man… To love them was not a sin… To desire them and have them carnally was forbidden. They say that throughout time. Their souls may reunite so that they may know the anguish of their sin. For…

My head tells me that the quarantines,and the social distancing are for our own good.Let the quack quacks be damnedfor my heart yearns for you.And despite the clutter of lonelinessmy love for you overwhelms my head.As the images of you now carry the letterswe have written one anotherand in my madness if that is what…

At peace with my soulwith a love not lost.Love does not come and gofor it is a gift freely given.Love be it for a moment sharedor a thousand lifetimes.Love is when you feel a smilebe it a thousand mile away.Love is when you hear your nameIn the dead of a night and fast a sleep.Love…

It all began long ago…At least my soul tells me so…A fragmented old box was found…Within it was a small handkerchief…One created with such painstakingly detail…That I found it to be absolutely mind boggling…It was then while examining it…I accidentally touch it with my bare skin…Just a gentle touch of my little finger…The paperwork alone…

In the quietness of my study the pleasing sound of a Novembers first rain upon our tin roof a pure symphony of beauty.The swish of the wind with an occasional pelting upon the window from gentle knocks to pounding fists.A flash of light light upon the quietest moment before the rumbling tempo from a mighty…

the kids at her Mothers…She chose to have her breakfastserved in her favorite spot…As she watched the windplaying with the leaves in the yard…With Midnight frozen in a stancewatching a Cardinal picking atspilled seeds from their feeder…When asked about how she wishedto spend the rest of the morning…” same as last night without the movie…

Its one of those strange occurrences that we ( me )sometimes experiences…I thought it would have stopped by now…Its only been a few months…Nevertheless it continues and probably will never end…Looking back, I’m not sure when it started, the actual day,month or even year…I know it started with her…Anyway it happens like this…I can be…

My eyes implode as the argument commences…My taste buds are the first to speak,As they cry out in “ yes, yes, yes… “My stomach speaks next with “ you and I will be sorry… “My soul follows with “ okay but only one… “My heart asks for “ more… “My soul conceded and said “…