When the Poetry Muse Touches Your Heart, a Poem Is Written
Everyone Has A Poem Inside Waiting To Be Exposed
Life Is Brief
Budding and growing in early Spring, shaping, then becoming colors of green....
When He Visits
When He Visits Writing then feeling, you touch my hair. Pausing and...
I Lost Me
I Lost Me I lost a deep desire, with a brightly burning fire. I lost the will to be,...
We Are One
We Are One We are one With my lungs, you breathe With my ears, you hear, With my arms,...
I Love You, Nancy
I Love You, Nancy Nancy, In my bunk at night, I lay, just counting the hours in a day....
