Wonder woman. — I fill most days with fortitude, One step at a time, A part of my existence, And then write it down in rhyme. I like to think rather than sink, I stand up and prevail, It’s not about winning, It’s the seas I sail. Sometimes it is stormy, Then there is…

About my life. The first series. 1–12. — Way back when I was ten And stilted in perspective All looked so different then Now older I’m reflective. The story is embellished By experience and age And each day at work and play I turn another page. Things are changed and rearranged I cannot run or skip And when traveling distance I…

Blink and miss the action. — Moraines of sliding glass scything through the freeze collapsing shafts of pure ice melting in the breeze. Climatic changes warming the caps of frozen lands inching up the oceans covering the tidal sands. Melting moments disappearing a mirage of smoke and mist blink and miss the action of the chasm and the schist…

Me, myself, and I — This is who I am — I am shaped by the wind and the weather and am who I am I’ve been on this planet for ages and do only what I can. I’ve lived a lucky life it’s had its highs and lows there have been days of sunshine and dark days when the wild wind blows…

Of the soul. — I can hear my heartbeat, It pulsates through my veins, Like a clock, it goes tick-tock, Increases when it strains. It’s like the tide, the moon, and the stars, There’s regularity, It keeps me moving from room to room, And allows my eyes to see. The beauty that surrounds me…

Black Knight. — Riding on the edge of a storm Lightning held between his fingers Images turn to smoke only to reform Thunders on and never lingers. Charging lit by cosmic currents Through the clouds and storming rain Without hindrance or deterrents Rides with courage, free of blame. Black nights urge the…

Conversations. — Photo by Harli Marten on Unsplash Way back when I was ten And stilted in perspective All looked so different then Now older, I’m reflective. The story is embellished By experience and age And each day at work and play I turn another page. Things are changed and rearranged. I cannot…

Faith. — It’s when I met Felicity that my heart took a right turn I soon refreshed my feelings. Deep within, I yearn. Felicity is happiness suitable satisfaction the bliss I miss and pertinence A mutual attraction. It lifts me when I am down. Felicity is faith eloquence, and aptness appears just…

Too hallowed to dismantle. — Traces of some places remembered in a way inviolate, they stay untouched Yet they are here to stay. Some thoughts I’ve caught are sacrosanct. sit on a higher mantle secure, safe, and sacred Too hallowed to dismantle. They laugh and linger restlessly. seeking some expression stored in the memory long…