"Poem: The Ending of Night (Dusk)," is written to splatter colorful descriptive words to photography and to share with my inquisitive 10-year-old daughter Bianca...
This poem, "A Lilac Vintage Poem," I write to remember every piece in our life has a meaning, a purpose, if it's to be useful now or maybe later for others. To fill empty hearts or to answer questions.
This poem, "Haunted Finding," I write about my memory of you in this fall season. It was your favorite. You loved to takes in the mountains, watching the eagle spread his freedom and the scream that broke peace. Your memory will always be engraved in my soul and the falling of the colored leaves.
This poem, "Life Poems - Sadness Clothes," I write of the sadness and how it feels like clothing hanging from my mind and soul at times.
This poem, "Urban Nature Ekphrastic Poem - Six Magnolias," and one who views nature with lenses closed doesn’t see the season’s changes that are put into place from each day, from the heat of the sun to the coolness of the breeze, just as each day changes us in our age, in our expression of life.
This poem, "Refuse is a Pliable Material," is for the student I wanted to show that there is hope, that there can be change. Jack had been submitted through years of abuse, and his parent alcoholics. When he walked into my classroom, I knew with strength, kindness, and compassion we could change.
I write this poem to express that if we write it down, if talk to someone, if we give our heartache, anguish, struggles a voice little by little we become whole again. Strong again.
I write this poem expressing the crescendo that comes from a baby's birth and existence, and in the steps and growth that it takes to become a passionate heartbeat of life.
I write this poem, "Solace // is an Absence," in reference to my heartache, to my anxiety I feel from time to time. Cause in solace, I do find the calm.
I write this poem trying to understand the actions of humanity; United would keep us stronger…Yet, somehow we break the chain of strength and unity in numbers— if we fail in our ability to see through our faults, mistakes, how can we resolve this moral paradox?