christmas minus the tree…

rise and celebrate

this year there’s no tree
but here’s my christmas present
all wrapped up and warm
right beneath the quilt  and sheets
my love who’s my lifelong friend

perfection…

Perfection

for the longest time
i’ve wanted
to ask
aunt bea
why she keeps those
far less
than
perfect
childhood sculptures
we made
mixed in
with
her
fine porcelain
aunt bea
said
those of us
who have
maintained
some level of sanity
are aware
of
our imperfections
and
are able to
carry on
while some folks
fervently pursue
what does not
exist
perfection
becoming
paralyzed
absorbed
into
the social madness
of
life
those early
artistic endeavors
of yours
were made
with
love
and
innocence
and as such
are
perfect

a love poem…

a love poem...

love of my life
a phrase
initially
used
as
a promissory note
to be 
fulfilled
with
the passage
of
time
however
it may
casually signify
the status
of
any of a class
of
people
places
or
things
at
some specific point
in
time
like a child
grandchild
a pet
or
an unrequited love
feelings
which may
or
may not
change
over time
but sometimes
the words
reflect the richness
someone
has brought
to the lifetime
of
another person
far beyond
all the physical
representations
of love
an unmatched
deep emotion
like what i
feel for you