Archive for September, 2019

What If Is

Posted: September 21, 2019 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, writing

What if the Moon could speak

and tell the tale of what She sees.

Of Her Daily survey

Staring in misbelief at the beautiful blues and greens and browns

and the shimmering thin streams of red.

With envy thinking what if it were She

The whites and grays and blacks that seem to flow

and mingle into the blues and greens.

The whites never to appear again

only shrink smaller each day.

Moon dust, She wonders.

What does She think of the greens

that are mysteriously covered by

orange and gray veils then turn into browns and blacks

right before Her eyes.

What if She could speak

The Moon, innocent and without,

stares with envy at what She sees.


Celebrate the change of seasons. Welcome our Equinox of Fall.

Do you Feel it?



Riding On the Wave

Posted: September 18, 2019 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, writing
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What is the hurry?

Time has no worries

It is just a small wave that we surf on

only disturbed by the way we lean

how well we carefully balance

what we do in life

While staying on the wave

No matter how turbulent the curl

It is just raising our tired arms

placing of our wet feet

bending our aching knees

Only staying on the wave of time

The Universal time of waves