Cherry

Wordsworth's Secret

Rhythm spreads from the poem in rings, vibrating the water, kissing my toes in iambic pentameter. It congregates around the couplet of my ankles.

Metropolitan Pick-Up

this is what happens when you watch people and make up stories about them... The location changes but the song remains the same.

When, you became a reality

“When, you became a reality... to me Not” the falling petals of a dying rose. The enchanted melting’s of recent snow. Not a tale of long ago! “When, you became a reality to me.

Butterfly

Soulful as a butterfly on the wind You speak your notes, like a bird would sing Midnight is a garden, filled with stars When you speak to me Raindrops of passion, dissolving...

The feeling I’m feeling...

Soft whispers.... quiet hushes The silent moments Where movements take over Words cannot describe The feeling I’m feeling... When silent echoes Are all around me, and all over?

DROPPING ZONE poem

Yikes! Watch out for the pigeons as you walk hastily along the downtown sidewalk; ducking awnings in your search for bargains. Better make sure you don't find what you ain't looking fer.

I.

I don't know where to begin. I never thought of politics as an important thing. It never really mattered who got elected, I was still the same. My life had not really changed. Politics?

TODAY poem

Life can be a drag on your esteem; that is, if you allow it. I do not belong to that clan. In my poem I am an eagle and lay claim to adventures which stretch before me; my eye on the next horizon.

A BUILDING BONANZA poem

Alberta is now filling up with a cadre of young professionals and other working people. Yet the land remains constant, with its collage of small outpost towns, straining to remain small.

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