Trivial Things (Poem)

Piles of boxes line each wall
A precarious mess, that threaten to fall

Stacks upon stacks of trivial things
Oh, the weighty trouble these boxes bring

Picking my way, so carefully treading
Stepping and stirring, unaware of where I’m heading

These boxes impede and mislead; I despair
I plead to be freed of the cell that we share

The dust takes hold and obstructs my breath
These piles won’t be my last sight before death

I grip at the boxes, pulling everything down
While those trivial things unload and abound

Those dusty boxes, those burdens and fears
Have compiled and swelled in this room through the years

A window, a door, a crack in the wall
I search for my exit, I grapple and crawl

And just when the darkness and dust seems its worst
I find my opening and tumble headfirst


Moving Along (Poem)

Moving along
and stumbling ahead
Ripping and splitting
you out of my head

The lesson you force-fed
me when I was young
Like a bitterness
on the tip of my tongue

I spit you out
Fling you far, far away
But you return with gusto
If only you’d stay

Moving along
I’m gone and I’m free
You creep back and sneak in
where you shouldn’t be

Age and heart take the
brunt of your force
The ransacking chaos
of your brazen course

Your hit-and-run game
is so obscure
that I barely realize
I’m stuck on your detour

Moving along
I’m breaking apart
Hoping my next fight
leaves me my heart

Another Love Poem

Somewhere deep inside of me
the words shout out, cacophony
it wasn’t til we met, you see
The words turned into poetry

The tune began to softly play
as I walked down that sandy way
to meet you where the palm leaves sway
that new year’s morn, our wedding day

I hold these words inside my soul,
the songs and rhymes our love has told
of how a thief broke in a stole
a half a heart to make one whole

This love began beside an ocean,
waves and words concoct a potion
So now we’ve set it into motion
a poetry of sweet devotion

These Boys (Poem)

Zip and Rascal, tired out from being up to no good

These boys, they chase me
they romp and race me
And these boys, they drive me
out of my mind

These boys, they cuddle
they poop and they puddle
And these boys, they sneak
and attack from behind

They know “sit” and “come”
but when called they play dumb
They leave hair everywhere
(As do I, to be fair)
They never obey
Unless I say “Play”
They tunnel and dash
They eat up the trash
They pee on the floor
and run out the door
They beg for food
And are jumpy and rude

But these boys, they’ve got me
right where they want me
And these boys, I’m wrapped round
their cute little tails

Yes these boys, they bark
and one’s more like a shark
But their licks and snuggles
never do fail

Patience for the Petulant- A Poem

What took me so long

Until I came around

With my head in the clouds

And my feet on the ground


And these days when I fix

My eyes upon us

I think back to when time

Seemed so unjust


How I wondered and wandered

And wrangled and worried

And now I know that

Life shouldn’t be hurried


My eyes were set downward

And I was called petulant

But change was a-comin’

Transformation was imminent


So I say and I think to myself

Why it took me

So long to see

This shift that has shook me


My heart and my hands,

From my top to my bottom

Just what I was needing,

Now I have gotten

The Return

It’s coming back to me now

The who and the how

The what, where and why

Like a ghost on a prowl


It comes back with a hush

Then all in a rush

Like an artist who waits

Hand clenched ‘round a brush


And it comes like a dream

A soft, flowing stream

That bubbles and dips

And the words burst and teem


I’ll breathe it in deeply

Immerse in it completely


This lost memory

That has come back to me


It comes back once again

These words from my pen

I capture and cherish

This lost, now found friend

Dreaming (A Poem)

Dreaming of Key West palm trees
and sandy beaches cooled by the breeze

Dreaming of lights through a wintry window
and puppies frolicking in fresh falling snow

Dreaming of spring nights outdoors
a seat on the patio, eating s’mores

Dreaming of fallen leaves in our view
and dreaming of plans I like making with you