Forgetting Paradise (a poem)

Forgetting Paradise

Written February 22nd, 2012

Nestled in the depths

Of a luscious forest, overgrown

Surrounded by a ménage of sights and sounds

This should be the loveliest moment I have ever known

Yet as I lay, stretched in a bed of leaves

I keep forgetting that I’m here

In this delightful paradise of fairy dreams

How do I miss what I have so near?

Dappled sunlight falls and butterflies dance

But my eyes do not see

Cinnamon and mint and earthy aromas float

On a passing breeze that misses me

The Flipside (a poem)

The Flipside

Written August 25th, 2011

There’s pictures on the wall

Of my adventures far away

The maps and photos, tickets and brochures

Receipts printed in French and letters from home

It’s hard to look at it all

Without catching my breath as I remember that day

See that postcard off to the side

Along and out of the way?

Greetings from Munich

A sunset glowing behind a silhouetted city

Flip it over, there’s a message, I tried and I tried

To send it to you; but it remains here to this day

Windows and Doors (a poem)

Windows and Doors

Written August 24th, 2011

As time passes by

A pool of reflections

Swells behind my eyes

The shimmering lights on the water

They are only windows of the past

And hard as I may try

I can never change them to doors

Necklace (a poem)

Necklace

written March 14th, 2011

There is a necklace

Resting on my collarbone

You may think nothing of it

This little chip of seaglass

Dangling on a silver chain

But if you look closer

Every time I pass

You'll see my choice in jewelry remains the same

There are no diamonds

No sparkling gem

Lighting up this simple pendant

So why then

Is it so special

It's the meaning on which its worth is dependant

Inside that little shard of smooth glass

Is that soul, the essence, of something beautiful

A miracle

Stained Soul (a poem)

Stained Soul

Airport security stealing me away from you
Embrace me, arms warm circles of flame
Tell me you love me
Respond; but the words are ashes in my throat
Is it not too soon for love?
When I say I love you too
Why do I feel the guilt
Of a little white lie?
All the same it's hard to turn away from you
I will love you someday soon
Just not today

Betrayed (a poem)

Betrayed
-Written February 27th, 2011

I sit here before this blank page
A threshold to emotional release
An entrance to my mind
For all to interpret

And yet I cannot describe
What's inside
For once I am speechless
Empty
It's strange for me
Because words are my specialty