Moments are hopeful, wishful. Time is a demon, independent-minded. Not doddering, but cagey. Memory blinded. Inventing reassuring stories. Lost in our own shadow. Gray, ghostly sunsets. Missing flavors of the rainbow. Keeping ourselves at arm’s length. Leaning on a crutch of a dream. Safely for any tomorrow. Circling on the Gulf Stream. What is gone, … More It’s Never Too Late
Searching, what do I give to you? Days, I pondered and debated Showing, we are a blended two Perfect, not too little or overstated — Learning, the rhythm takes time Imperfect, a misstep and unforced error Knowing, we won’t always rhyme Retiring, the wayward wayfarer — Asking, my unabashed story Searching, for magic lasting years … More For the Asking
I don’t have to look for changes, they have been blitzkrieging me for almost two years. Change and I are not friends, we do not like each other. Not all men hate change, but I’m scratching my head trying to think of an example who does not. That’s a generalization of sorts, but I still … More Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes
In a matter of days, I retire from my fulltime job. Twenty-one years is the longest I have ever worked at the same job in my forty year public service career. I could have retired several years ago, but the timing was not ideal. Funny how a complete makeover in your life suddenly becomes the … More Retirement (Recalibrating)
I promoted myself to retiree Life is a whole new dance card Suddenly I’ve misplaced my purpose Rudderless, with no on-duty lifeguard — Mondays, just another free day Fridays, part of the perpetual weekend Adrift in a sea of vacation Calm, absent any wind — What will I do today? Same as the day before … More Captain of the Gravy Boat
My heart no longer is just mine Two heartbeats now a pair Creating a new, soulful rhythm A code only you and I share — Age reduces affinity for impulse and silliness Normally reserved, caring more what others think Forever past when I felt this burning inner glow Unabashedly singing off-key instead of lip sync … More My Heart Belongs to You
A sizable number of Americans want to fire up the wayback machine and go back to the 1950s. Not just visit, but take up residence there. This is more than nostalgia, that warm and technicolor memory when you think of a family holiday or think about your favorite TV show or birthday dinner. This is … More Turn Back the Clock
Arriving on my own time Preferring to schedule my own show I may be slow to the finish line But will always savoir a rainbow — Struggling with these holes in my memory To think I was daydreaming in class Now I have forgotten why birds sing Yet I know about neutrons in atomic mass … More Late for My Own Sunrise
No matter the journey’s length I can’t wait, till home is in view The same butterflies remind me The road always leads back to you — Your wondrous look greets this soul And the feeling of your heartbeat Is only surpassed by one sensation The kiss makes this guy complete — You leave me struggling … More The Kiss That’s Life
Imagine a rainbow without rain Seductive moonlight in daytime A miracle predates a prayer The hour arrives with an unexpected chime — Memories exist preceding hello Enjoying clues to this mystery Still warm from those fingerprints Living familiar history — Feeling a tickle in my soul Could I have dreamed you? Keepsakes before we ever … More BeforePlay
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