Category: Poetry

fingers dance on keys

my words appear on the page

an artist at work

facing and taming

the loudest voice in my head

my meditation

aging mind and body

make necessary for me

the once abhorred

with ones and zeros

and a few words of English

art graces my page

in late afternoon

last gasps of the setting sun

sharpen the city

maybe it’s next year

that I will feel fully-grown

lament at fifty

gray midwestern sky

drops rain on yellowing leaves

October arrives

when things don’t go right

whether you’re five or fifty

disappointment stings

not so much rolling

but echoing cliff to cliff

mountain thunderstorm