Poem Category: All

In the chatter; the clatter

on her best china

…mother‘s friends

Lunch

the ring around mother‘s kitchen

a family circle

Red lights…

waiting to pass

the polished hearse

Fruit bowl

no student yet painting

the apple‘s bruise

All set to rustle

the oak leaves corralled

by a rake

Shown to the moon

new born first born

turning in my arms

Rendezvous

in the night fog…

your car parked by mine

Still smoking…

sifted from the house

unburnt treasures

Silence

slumped in the kindergarten

with summer heat

Quiet studio

as it becomes a portrait

around his sketches of you