December 13, 2007 1 Comment. Staring into my living space, so weak I appear. Of the human race, a well-established career;. I feel so out of place. I look back at the years, a memory trace of an old frontier. See the rough bumps, the crinkly pattern in an emerald green depression vase. In my changing face, I feel a new tear.

Poetry, Music, and Real Life. Thursday, November 8, 2012. Brother, Role Model, Friend. It took years for my perception and actions toward her to thaw. A few weeks ago, I made the drive downtown on a Friday night after work to visit my brother.

Charlottesville, VA, United States. Poetry for Children and Young Adults. This blog fulfills a requirement for TWU course LS5663 during the spring 2009 semester. Sunday, March 21, 2010. Friday, May 1, 2009. In for winter, out for spring.

Feelings extracted from my heart and painted as poetry art! Non tag Non award blog. Thursday, November 05, 2015. In my heart volcano, lava. Tuesday, August 04, 2015. Your love nurtured my innocence. Kept the child in me alive. Your love filled the voids. Voids deep in my heart which once made me feel empty. Your love healed old scarred memories. By replacing them with joyful ones.

Poetry can take many forms,and is used to describe many things. It can make sense or be nonsense, it can rhyme or not, and it can be as small as a few words, or as long as a book. It takes many shapes and sizes, it can be serious, or it can be funny. Monday, August 17, 2009. A quest of happiness still in long reach. A mask I hold on my face. Never to be found and shown.