Sailing
of the wind that will fill
my sails hoisted high
ready
and waiting
for each time the wind picks up
it's either summer breeze
or gale force
The ship never leaves the harbor or
its mast is snapped in two.
This is a blog where I post poems and (maybe) prose that I've written. I used to really like sharing my writing with people and now I'm enjoying sharing it with total strangers. Please respond and let me know what you think.
That laugh
that wants so badly to be apart
that wants you to be a part of
and invites you down long
hallways and corridors
to coffee shops and road trips and all night diners
to places so ordinary only
she could make them
scream for mercy
till tears ran down their faces
Not tears of crying
or tears at a wedding
(those are saved for later)
but tears of elation that
come so infrequently and in
such great number,
like constellations spread out in front of you.
It's not the season or the weather
that makes things happen
It's where you look in the constellations
of her eyes
and her laugh.
whether north
or south and
no matter hemisphere or meridian
she's there
between sips of
coffee, sad drags of cigarettes
and stoplights on a
road trip.