My Angst

My angst roams in 
The nothingness of 
Shadows long gone

Melancholia becomes
A souvenir 
In my quill

In the sky's silence
I hear the whisper
Of falling blossoms

Butterflies loiter
On quivering leaves
Luminescing 
Tangerine
Honeydew scents

My blood rushes red
Pushing effervescent 
Into pages framed 

A keyboard becomes 
A lifelong friend

My fingers could 
Never get fatigued 
From writing 

Tears become words
I won't know if you have heard


I breathe into a 
constellation born 
In the blue of my quill.

Danseuse

Waltzing through air, this vision with beguiling delicate grace
Like a danseuse figure, poised, carving delicate grace.

A breeze gently embraces this fragile creature
touching nimble limbs, a limber accentuating delicate grace.

Sunlight streams iridescent on her lissome stance
symmetrically lithe and supple, flaunting delicate grace.

Rhythmic movements pattern fawn colored sand creations
nudging grass beneath, with a soothing delicate grace.

The boundless energy of this dainty, flighty antelope
as she ambulates gracefully, epitomizing, delicate grace.

Elusive, mysterious, uninhibited, she basks in nature’s fold
within a cosmos, spangled with, pleasing, delicate grace.

Her vulnerability fills me with foreboding and much fear
of bloodthirsty predators, massacring delicate grace.

Depression

Depression —
I save myself with poetry. 

At Night

At night
Blind in the darkness—
So many reasons to sleep 

Deforestation

Deforestation—
I search the internet 
For birdsong.

A Maiden Sally

She sits pensive, this maiden fair
In solitude, she contemplates
Sojourn of capitulation
for nourishment of her soul’s fare
to where her yearning culminates
her odyssey to temptation

# Italian sestet

My Muse

Everyday you become my poem to-be.

Breaking Numb

From quilled fingers
I learn the art of 
Letting go :
My heart learns new definitions.

Poem To Poem

Poem to poem 
The journey of my life:
The way words change 

Midwinter Night