The Visitor

Photo by Megan te Boekhorst on Unsplash it manifested before my bloodshot eyesI hadn’t slept in daysyet the more I couldn’t sleepthe more energy I seemed to feelthe being rose upfrom the edge of my bedand snickered at mein a way that I will not soon forgetI rubbed my eyes and realizedthat the reason they had been so redwas due to the amount I had been rubbing them latelyI soon recalled that...

I Blew a Kiss up to the Moon

        I Blew a Kiss up to the Moon   I blew a kiss up to the moon and as he caught it in his hand he swept me softly off my feet and introduced me to the stars   and as I met them one by one it took one hundred years or more realizing that my youth was gone I begged the moon to renew my strength   and as I floated back to Earth every thought centered around...

Waiting For My Love

    ~A poem I wrote while I was waiting for my husband to return~         Waiting For My Love   As I see you walk away, I try to freeze time in my hands.   Within my mind’s eye, I see images of ocean waves, mixed with smiles, and can hear your laughter.   Once again, I see exactly where I am,  for a fantasy cannot be lived for long, when other...