All along the winding trail Misty sunlight hangs its veil On the boughs of trees.
I Will Praise the Lord
When nights are long from lack of sleep, When wounds received from friends are deep, When, often sowing, I seldom reap, I will praise the Lord.
Kindred Spirits
A little while ago our souls connected, As now it seems a lifetime we have shared.
Musings
If I loved you more, would I love others less?
What Motivates Me to Write?
I use poetry to connect with others....
Once Burning, Now Burned
Once I burned with passion Now I burn with shame
Confession (from Everyman)
Part 8 of the series from Everyman, a medieval morality play.
Taking a Pose
Lest we forget Moments serene Years intervene...
10-line Poem Challenge #1: San Hsien
When I began searching the Internet for 10-line poems, I had no idea how many forms my research was going to uncover—35 to be precise. At first I was going to present them as a tutorial, but then I thought it would be more fun to make it a challenge. So, each week for the …
Tranquility
A substantial gift in a fortuitous minute A word of praise from a trustworthy friend
Dark Side of the Moon 
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