Photo: Moon over Greeley, Colorado - January 25, 2012

Pen Sketch: Relief Society Sister - October 2010

Poem: Wimper Willow

Wimper Willow

hugs her pillow;

Settling in for a cry,

and a world weary sigh.

No one can console,

as she loses control;

Tears flood her room,

then a bellowing gloom.

Misty eyes,

sick of lies,

so often told,

desiring to scold.

Behind closed doors,

her heart soars;

In an world of her own -

The peace of being alone.

But soon she discovers,

hiding under the covers,

has a fleeting allure,

leaving her feeling unsure.

Trapped in solitude,

an isolated attitude;

Assumed reclusive glory -

A silent purgatory.

Clouds part -

A new start.

Friends swoon;

Forgiveness rune.

Pen Sketch: Cool Cat - 2010

Poem: Burgeoning soul

Burgeoning soul,

wild and free,

playful and unknowing -

Blossom!

As thy picturesque essence,

intensifies majestic.

Poem: Isn't it easier

Isn't it easier,

to not chase dreams,

so far away?

Safely sterile,

on the irrelevant path,

of ghostly existence.

What never transpired,

cannot be restored.

There are no second chances -

Once the day is done,

enter the cancer of regret;

Smoldering embers -

Dying and barren.

Poem: Mentally impotent fool!

Mentally impotent fool!

Give place;

Struggle to overcome -

Your own worst impulses

and biased concepts.

Close-minded attitudes;

Deaf and blind.

I am an equal!

My voice,

resplendent -

With validity and reason.

Stale thoughts;

Taciturn hearts.

Interaction,

void understanding and respect,

is damning and criminal.

(Note: Although I am a man, this is meant to be written from and have a woman's voice.)