Magazine Posts

I hadn't written as much
in over forty days,
since you went away.

I need to write
words to the page,
as it will keep my sanity,
as a new life, I engage.

When I write,
I'll write for you,
and all the things,
you help me do.

I'll write about children
and everything,
seeing what the children
always will bring.

Laughter, love
and sunshine too,
for me they bring
a smile, when I think of you.

Little shards of whiteness,
precludes Dawns early light,
through the reflections at
the end of a night's flight.

Silver the rays,
announcing a new Dawn,
as we blink away the sleep,
trying to stifle a large yawn.

Colored balloons,
floating thru the air,
reminding me of
a state or county fair.

The smell of grilled onions,
and roasted ears of corn,
takes me back to Elephant
Ears and eating Kettle Corn.

I hear a melodious sound,
of your beautiful voice
like music to me,
and I do rejoice.

Our friendship is special,
and I reach out, with the new,
seeing you with your smile
as you come into view.

You are the brightness,
which I long to see.
I hope you are very happy,
for you are beautiful to me.

He danced by himself,
in the back of the room,
thinking of memories, happy,
to brighten the gloom.

Saturday nights.
Nights to be alive,
dancing a Waltz,
the Twist, Bop or Jive.

Slipping backward,
into the darkness,
of where I am,
unaware.

Searching as
I am falling,
into darkness,
and I no longer care.

With Gusto

In better times.

And it goes on.

Lonely are those,
who shelter in place,
without the benefit
of seeing a new face.

Go into hiding.
Don't get involved.
Stay in your room,
a mystery unsolved.

Words which crawl
or fly by
a page,
go awry!