I live in words
what makes me a poet, I wonder? how am I different from the rest? do I observe what others see, or hear songs sung by silence? does time slow down as I write, and the world blur around me? what thoughts can inspire me as I sit in the shade, and wonder? of these shadows, … Read moreThe Poet in Me…
The fragrance of a rose Happiness that I chose Thorns when I did weep But smile I chose to keep Life sure has its ways I search for bliss all days Black were few dark days Yet light from ashes rose Showed the right ways And those ways I chose Ease I wanted to keep … Read moreJoie de vivre …
Image Source Questions many, life asks me, Images illusions so many I see. Fantasy or reality, I know not, Answers, they remain forgot. Yet I keep running forward so, A slow race is life, I now know. Right paths, how does one know? Is it found, or has it avoided me? I wish time would … Read moreLife… A Running Life…