Innocence

 

The sound of children

comes in swells

like the sea…. I love

how they fill the emptiness and silence

First Timer

Response poem to S Francis’s (SailorPoet) poem In the Cafe  All are welcome at the Go Dog Go Cafe

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I stand getting wet in cold rain

watching through plate glass windows

edges fogged

rendering the scene inside

a soft feathered oval

Aroma of coffee

faint but distinct

A Poem to Celebrate Birth

Like a baby thinks
before he understands words,
when he emerges from the womb
and suckles his first nipple

his tired mother whose fatigued body
still aching with pain where she felt
unbridled passion release in waves
and tremors through her flesh

Misunderstood

I write in a genre

Oft misunderstood