Older Poems

Source

When it comes to me,
it comes from somewhere
unknown
and it flows naturally
head to hand to keyboard
and I am always thankful
to the Source
wherever, whoever, whatever
the Source is

There are times when it
doesn’t come
doesn’t flow
and I wonder if the Source
is on vacation

like now…..


Rainy Day

it never fails

I leave the house
without umbrella
without raincoat
only to get caught
in a downpour

and by the end
of the day the
wetness leaves
me cold and
heavy and
in need of a
dry place to rest
for awhile

these rainy days
come more
frequently as
time goes by
and sometimes
seem to go on
forever and I
am no more
prepared for
the next as I
was for the last

the rain is
coming down
outside

it never fails


Fiona

last night I
walked through the
park at midnight
as ghosts howled
through the trees
reminding me of
you

June Carter Cash

That ring of fire that once
burned now smolders
as she slips out of this
reality into the next

The man in black
left alone
now sings in
shades of blue
at the loss of his
wife
lover
soul-mate

And the circle of love
connecting June and Johnny
will be unbroken
in the sky
Lord in the sky