Poetry

  • A Moment

    There it was, quietly mine. A moment of the greatest love: a Mother’s love. My love. For them. And I know they tire me senseless, and I know I wish them away (too often for my heart to understand) but… Continue reading

  • The Wish

    It would be okay, I believe, If you were to make a wish and put it in your pocket. It would be okay, especially so, if the wish was sweet. For a wish made carefully is often much sweeter if… Continue reading

  • The Next Step

    I have spent so much time searching for the next step, and yet the next step has always been taken. With no need to search. Continue reading

  • Somewhere

    Somewhere between the quiet and the haze, I go to sit for a while. Somewhere between the quiet and the haze. And you might ask me what I hope to find there. You might ask me if it’s true. That… Continue reading

  • Loveliness

    Ah, the loveliness. There it is again. As smooth as the drifting river, as quiet as the song of a mother to the sky. Lovely loveliness. The sweetest of all the dreams. Continue reading

  • This Great Love

    I am the soft of you and you are the soft of me. There is nothing that taints this great love. Nothing, not even the words you cannot say while I stare, while I marvel at your majesty and blooming… Continue reading

  • Magical Questions

    Where do thoughts go once we have thought them? Where does the wind go once the storm has passed? And why do so few wonder about life, why do they not ask more magical questions? Like where do thoughts go?… Continue reading

  • Sunshine

    I’d like to find the sunshine beneath my pillow, when I wake. And I will cup it in my hands, and I will hold it close and whisper: ‘Shine, sweet little light. Shine ever brightly, might the pathway ahead light… Continue reading

  • A Little More Than This

    I do not care to be seen. I do not wish to scramble, do not wish to fight my way to the top to be seen, to be loved a little more than this. Perhaps I should try harder to… Continue reading

  • How Lovely

    How lovely. The wind of peace. Here. Now. My how lovely. Continue reading