Old Friend

By the pond’s edgean acorn fallsrippling my reflectionbut we are meetingfor the first timeI say aloudwho was that strangerI say to nobodymy reflection returnswith something morethan I had beforean awareness of impermanenceawe of greater forcein a little acornthat can make medisappear and appear again. For Reena’s Xploration!!! Continue reading Old Friend

Midnight Rippling

Happiness is a momentary lack of concrete misfortune.Before a cafe’ table hours passed talking laughing.Remember a swirling black and white satiny dress.Mixed drinks over mysteries, our yet to be.Next I was awake at dark midnight starkness.An urgent panicked call from across the night.We were braver before each, or more ignorant.Homage due for earned moments off … Continue reading Midnight Rippling

All Around The World

Same old full moon as last yearfrom the Cider House tin roofshining upon a wheel of firemiles away drifting in a raftmy tiger companions melt to butterremember that moon my old friendmay it fill you with whimsy,get that sofa up the staircase. Round the corner from anywhere at Eugi’s Weekly Prompt Continue reading All Around The World

Who’s on first?

The wannabe poets gathered around their professor, the beloved group she called poets as if a secret handshake.They sat at their usual after class front window table, it was comforting.This Friday evening however, it’d be packed, a sold out welcome spring poetry extravaganza.She was the featured reader of course, and as the bar filled there … Continue reading Who’s on first?