and, of course...
the realizatioin,
while sipping tea with friends,
the remorse of trying
to make amends for something
she doesn't quite remember,
minute scraps of tattered patchwork,

one brief moment poised,
slid by and out the window on a draft of
morning dew,

a moment yearning
to be captured,
a savory rapture turning
with ripe promise

Anger spewed through gritted teeth
left only bitterness beneath.
A sour taste seeped slowly in,
suddenly the air was thin,
and smelled of whiskey, maybe gin.
Words limply left to hang ajar

Anger spewed through gritted teeth
left only bitterness beneath.
A sour taste seeped slowly in,
suddenly the air was thin,
and smelled of whiskey, maybe gin.
Words limply left to hang ajar

There is a cat
named Hobie Cat
quite slim, not fat
who likes to chat
of this and that,
but mostly that.

Brings home a bat
sometimes a rat
to place upon
the welcome mat.

The angel of death flew softly in on a fading sunbeam just before dusk, settled quietly into the room,

After many years we meet,
no reason to apologize,
by the blankness in your eyes
I see you do not recognize
or even wish to realize that
memory selectively deletes
that certain savoirfaire

Alone,
behind a false facade,
sewn
beneath a gauzy haze,
with childlike insecurity,
unknown
within her secret lair,
a maze that keeps her prisioned there.
Her Royal Highness,
wrapped in

Without regrets
your soft, sweet lips
nipped at my fingertips,
sipped neatly at my silhouette
slipped off my mock charade,
with twisted tournaquet,
before I knew,
shut off my phoney etiquette

Azure or aqua,
ultramarine,
or thalo green,
the lake is vast,
consuming the horizon.
In summer
sunshine's slanting rays
wash golden dunes
as they drool slowly
like liquid lava

Why was I surprized
to find a million more or less
fireflies flying fires in the rain?

I guess I thought
the drizzly dampness
would extinguish all,
the little lamp lit lanterns,

Sumbering whispers
deep inside the soul,
lumbering around like cats,
waiting for their evening dole.
They reverberate.
waiting to communicate
and understand the whole.

We walk,
wander along symphonic water
in shadowy places
where tiny new green plants
unfurl in graceful laces..
Amazed, we share
a fleeting moment,
neither here or there,
a time lost

Content was I to mind my store,
thimbled fingers sewing,
mending rents,
stitched up bitterness suspended,
logic lashed with leather laces,
fully finished running races.

We really feel that we've been blessed,
our market value's been assessed,
our robins all have left the nest,
retirement has been addressed,
SO.....
how did we grow so old, so grey