travel plans…

given life’s flight time
we’d better enjoy each meal
with expensive wine
and while we’re at it we should
probably have dessert first

 

 

self-imprisonment…

yesterday
when
i visited
aunt bea
i was looking
through
an old photo album
pictures
of
her
when
she was young
and
i asked
how often
she looked
at
the photos
aunt bea
said
not often
not because
memories
can’t warm
the heart
but
the things
you used to do
can end up
restricting 
what you do
today
they can build
a cage
that prevents
you from
exploring life
so
you have to
adapt
and
squezze
through the bars
of
yesterday
and
continue
to explore
and
enjoy
what life
has to offer
now

 

the conversation…

she lie beside him
and
discussed
for hours
their life together
the ups and downs
the tears shed
alone
and
those shared
when
life
had broken
both
their hears
she giggled
when she recalled
their first date
how fate
had brought
them
together
they were
an unlikely pair
but
somehow
through out the years
they had grown
closer
smiling
she kissed
his cold
lifeless forehead
rose from his side
drying her tears
she left the room
and
thanked the nurse
for the time
to say
goodbye

always have a song…

hold onto life’s song
even as the music fades
dance into the night

 

 

lick the platter clean…

some folks bitch and moan
that there’s just a few cake crumbs
left on life’s old plate
while others choose to savor 
every last speck on the dish

 

 

eye to eye…

these are the moments
that will remain
when others
have
forgotten
our names
when
the routine
of
life
has ended
these
moments
when
our souls
are shared
and 
care
has no place
in our bed
no tears
are
shed
just the sweetness
of
lips
and
the warmth
of
our embrace
nothing
matters
in
these moments
except
the
moment

 

 

some kind of how…

not much
to
look at
a struggling plant
in
a plastic
abandoned pot
but
i’d argue
it’s
a thing
of
beauty
for
that little sprig
signifies
resilience
and hope
and
maybe
just maybe
we’ll
be able
to engender
the same
characteristics
in
our lives

and still…

it can’t be denied
the years have taken a toll
on body and soul
still joy will be found
in the sweet moments we’ve shared
and the new ones we’ll create

 

 

one ticket per customer…

still laughing aloud
riding life’s merry-go-round
don’t
want to get off
the view’s
pretty much the same
but
it’s more pleasant than death’s

 

 

rise and celebrate…

precious new day’s touch
touching should fill the senses
for time soon chills flesh
leaving only mossy earth
and the silence of morning