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“He fills his days with the dreams of possibilities, of escape to the promised land of his imagination.”
― Island Impressions: Poems of Daily Life
― Island Impressions: Poems of Daily Life
“behind these closed doors,
Which occasionally open
to reveal a garden oasis
Hidden inside,
With private courtyards
Of such intricate and tiled beauty,
The sight startles
a breathless gasp
from the casual passerby”
―
Which occasionally open
to reveal a garden oasis
Hidden inside,
With private courtyards
Of such intricate and tiled beauty,
The sight startles
a breathless gasp
from the casual passerby”
―
“Only time will tell as we stretch and grow
Our character builds,
Our faces glow.”
―
Our character builds,
Our faces glow.”
―
“Whisper songs from long ago
distant memories of where we have been
and where we are, so far.”
― Island Impressions: Poems of Daily Life
distant memories of where we have been
and where we are, so far.”
― Island Impressions: Poems of Daily Life
“And through the years I notice
Subtle changes all around me.
The people come and go like the ebb and flow of the tides.
Those who remain seem physically changed.
Their skin becomes pale and sallow, almost transparent.
Their hairline recedes and begins to thin,
their jaw slackens as their bellies spread
From the endless sitting in chairs
for meetings about subjects that five years from now
will only be a distant memory.”
―
Subtle changes all around me.
The people come and go like the ebb and flow of the tides.
Those who remain seem physically changed.
Their skin becomes pale and sallow, almost transparent.
Their hairline recedes and begins to thin,
their jaw slackens as their bellies spread
From the endless sitting in chairs
for meetings about subjects that five years from now
will only be a distant memory.”
―
“Everyone a familiar face
in a non-committal type of way
a head-nod to those recognized from previous trips.
Mornings reserved for reading The Times,
playing crossword, sipping bitter, black coffee from a paper cup. Take it all in, drink it up.”
―
in a non-committal type of way
a head-nod to those recognized from previous trips.
Mornings reserved for reading The Times,
playing crossword, sipping bitter, black coffee from a paper cup. Take it all in, drink it up.”
―
“Spinning down the moon from the base of Tip Toe Mountain. She was a part of the Earth, the water, the rocks.”
― Island Impressions: Poems of Daily Life
― Island Impressions: Poems of Daily Life
“Drowning in the doldrums
Of the everyday routine.
Something deep down inside
Struggles to come back up to the surface.”
―
Of the everyday routine.
Something deep down inside
Struggles to come back up to the surface.”
―
“My artist’s hand quivers with excitement
To capture the mood
of both shadows and light.
Where the deep blue of the sky
bends downward
to kiss the ground beneath our feet.”
―
To capture the mood
of both shadows and light.
Where the deep blue of the sky
bends downward
to kiss the ground beneath our feet.”
―
“I stooped to pick up a bunch of the mint
asking ‘Bechal?’
3 centimes was the cost for joy.
A bargain to fill the senses.”
―
asking ‘Bechal?’
3 centimes was the cost for joy.
A bargain to fill the senses.”
―
“Scattered, Smothered. And Covered
There are days when I feel just as confused as the hashbrowns at Waffle House.”
―
There are days when I feel just as confused as the hashbrowns at Waffle House.”
―
“And through the years I notice
Subtle changes all around me.
The people come and go like the ebb and flow of the tides.
Those who remain seem physically changed.
Their skin becomes pale and sallow, almost transparent.
Their hairline recedes and begins to thin,
their jaw slackens as their bellies spread
From the endless sitting in chairs
for meetings about stuff that five years from now will only be a distant memory.”
―
Subtle changes all around me.
The people come and go like the ebb and flow of the tides.
Those who remain seem physically changed.
Their skin becomes pale and sallow, almost transparent.
Their hairline recedes and begins to thin,
their jaw slackens as their bellies spread
From the endless sitting in chairs
for meetings about stuff that five years from now will only be a distant memory.”
―
“, behind these closed doors,
Which occasionally open
to reveal a garden oasis
Hidden inside,
With private courtyards
Of such intricate and tiled beauty,
The sight startles
a breathless gasp
from the casual passerby”
―
Which occasionally open
to reveal a garden oasis
Hidden inside,
With private courtyards
Of such intricate and tiled beauty,
The sight startles
a breathless gasp
from the casual passerby”
―






