He,
like me,
quirky.
Music poet,
not afraid to show it,
nor grow it.
When we met we laughed.
Life’s full measure we quaffed.
Lived life to its full staff.
I will miss
his playfulness.
We could have been friends, I guess.
But he’s now gone.
At least he wasn’t alone.
She never has cried,
but, sometimes, when a light dies
in your life, you must.
The suction of cheeks/
and crunch of ice and candy/
proclaim her desire.
Written in the Basque coastal region of Biarritz, France, and San Sebastian, Spain
There are people who are
more practical and planned
than I am.
There are people who show up
when it’s convenient
for everyone.
I show up, sometimes,
when it’s convenient
for noone,
hoping that something wonderful
will happen.
And it usually does
for me.
My pattern is,
because something wonderful happens,
even if it’s not planned,
I keep going to the well.
I keep putting myself
into positions of wonder and amazing …
and I never get disapointed.
But it’s not
everyone’s pattern.
People are wonderful.
My time with them is wonderful
no matter what time it is.
The other day
I ate chocolate crepes
for dinner.
That was after
I’d had chocolate pastries
for lunch.
Along with hot chocolate for lunch
and dinner,
I had chocolate
during the evening.
The next day I had
another chocolate pastry.
For lunch I ate
at a tapas bar
in Spain.
I had a chocolate.
Then, that evening,
I had a chocolate pastry,
Spanish hot chocolate (VERY thick and rich!),
and some chocolate-covered orange slices
that were wonderful.
THEN later on that evening
I had ANOTHER French hot chocolate.
Today I had
two more cups of hot chocolates,
a chocolate pudding dish,
AND a chocolate WARM dessert
with ice cream.
If there was a pastry shop,
or a cafe’,
still open,
I would probably go out
and get another chocolate
something.
You are the chocolate
in my life.
I keep returning
to the feast.
1:28 run./
Early morning Atlantic./
In surf I find me.
Thankfulness is more. /
Like abundant fields, it grows/
when friends shine your life.
OR
Gratitude expands. /
Like sun-drenched fields, my thanks grows/
as friends enrich life.
She sought uniqueness./
When she felt it, like a flame,/
his warmly stirred her.
Sometimes I awake,
Early morning,
In a half-dream state,
And my mind starts roaming.
I imagine my hands:
they begin to trace
skin, trembling, grand;
Up from your feet;
Down from your face.
I wonder how 2
Put hands in passion’s fire;
run fingers thru a valley of longing,
And caress mountains of desire.
The world’s most tasty/
treats are best relished when your/
eyes are fully closed.”
Under Lincoln’s stern/
gaze, with liberties you help/
protect, I voted.