my poetry – Page 10 – white pebble

trains again

September 8, 2005

I have lived all my life within the sound of these trains… Sometimes, every few years, I have to write about them to make the sound of them quit haunting me. But it isn’t nearly time again for that yet.

[teardrop]

July 18, 20051 Comment

if you hold a teardrop up high enough you can see the whole world, reflected then, which is bigger: the world or the teardrop?

[purpose]

May 18, 2005

i light up the sunshine as i move

[sky]

April 19, 2005

life is a constant prayer the prayer is its own answer what can you get from the sky other than its ability to accept all of the words that you shout at it?