Poetry Corner

the sweet aroma of nature’s bounty overpowers the sense of smell in flavors of hundreds…and the eyes in myriad colors of endless beauty

the sound of bird song fills the air with sweet melodies as they flit from oak to maple and back

nature’s rebirth surrounds me its smells enfold me and awe my senses

stepping off the old wooden porch now worn and weathered, so in need of repair, it is like stepping into the past

so many memories carried within from times well remembered

The Bottom of Your Soul

 This place avoid

At the low rusty ladder

Down the scuttle

To the bottom of your soul

Questions past

the web

“The ballad of the ‘Boys in blue and silver”  by Karl Boyd

The Dallas Cowboys are in shock; the score stands five to three.
With only thirty seconds on the clock, what will the outcome be?
Although both teams have fought like hungry jackals, still, there are those that gripe and moan.

she wrote me one last letter

addicted

she speaks rapidly
this waterfall woman
words spew out of her
caffeine generated

drug – alcohol induced?

it matters not the reason
the words flow
from her macro-micro moods
pronunciations abound
emotions strained…pureed

furniture needs dusting
musty smells mingle with others
I will not name them
read my lips
fed up I watched

if they were goose down
covered in blood
I would be no less sick
but watch I must
this scribbler of verse