Sep 8, 20231 min read

Poetry

It’s all poetry

Every moment, every sound

It’s all poetry

We’re all poets

Especially children

Listen. listen. listen.

Watch me. Watch me. Watch me.

My father used to say I was the harbinger of spring

Signs of buds blossoming all around

See me, touch me, hear me

We’re all poets

we bloom, fade, bloom

Over and over again

See us, touch us, hear us

It’s all poetry

Recent Posts

Published in Persimmon Tree, Fall 2023 A routine mammogram showed nothing. Dense breasts. Yet I felt a little something. A very little...

walked up those foreboding steps to House of St. Giles, Home for the cripple, only 13 years old Joanie was there to greet me Joanie never...

Same time every day; my internal alarm wakes me. Darkness is not my friend. I transition from a kaleidoscope of sensory images as if...