Poetry...
 

You Said A Diamond

Tonight

I said you were

Multi-faceted.

You said

Like a diamond.

 

Curious.

You picked the most expensive

And the hardest

Substance

Known to man.

 

First Place Poetry Award, The Review ‘91, Lander University Press, 1991

 

 

Autumn

Leaves golden brown, orange, yellow,

Maybe a sweater today.

Cool breeze rustling an oak's leaves,

Hand in hand through the park,

Birds in formation overhead,

Stream babbling a lazy tune,

Sun, reddish-orange, hanging low,

And the thought of your warm kiss.

 

Voices On The Wind Volume II, Watermark Press, 1989

Heartstones: Love Poetry Anthology, Venus Publications, 1991

 

 

I'll Just Let You Sleep

I can feel your breathing against my neck.

I know you're asleep now

I won't move or make a sound

Because I want to watch you sleep.

You look so peaceful,

My Dearest.

Today you cried about silly things

The rent, the light bill, the overdue Visa

But you're peaceful and content now

Here against me

Tucked safely in my arms

 

The Poetry Peddler, Snowbound Press, Volume 2, Number 2, February 1990

Heartstones: Love Poetry Anthology, Venus Publications, 1991

 

Last Night

When the clouds covered the full moon last night

The sky turned to silver

The colour of your tears

Streaming down your lovely cheeks

 

When the clouds covered the full moon last night

I told you I was sorry

But you knew better

It is how I felt

And I can not change that

 

When the clouds covered the full moon last night

You kissed me

Then I turned my back

And I walked away

 

Over the Rainbow, The Geryon Press, 1990

 

 

The Night

The night surrounds me.

Clothed by the darkness,

Steeped in blindness,

A sable coat of ethereal armor

Clinging heavy on my shoulders.

A dog's bark afar off

Signals a kinship

With the night.

 

Darkness enshrouds me,

A dark curtain hanging.

Background for the stars,

A solace for the damned;

Hopeless wretches

Pacing the earth by day

Waiting to find comfort

With the night.

 

Whispers on the Wind, Volume VII, Quill Books, 1990

 

 

Happiness

 

Exhausted and worn,

I lay down in a flowery field

Not smelling the fragrance

Of the Earth

 

Succumbing to sleep,

I dreamed the hollow dreams

Which fill the lonely hours

Of my Night

 

Upon my waking,

I found upon my chest

The fleeting, flighty object

Of my Quest

 

Butterfly of Happiness,

I watched in disbelief

Having chased it every day

Of my Life

 

Lifting my finger,

I touched one glistening wing

Watching as it flew out

Of the field

 

Then in confusion,

I looked upon my finger

There I found the glistening

Of his Wing

 

And then I understood.

 

The Poetry Peddler, Snowbound Press, Volume 2, Number 6, June 1990