• Not the right time

    I wandered into this strange land
    The beauty I have discovered
    With no one to hold my hand
    Only a bag and cloak to cover

    I did not expect to find
    A place to call my own
    I moved space and time
    Wanting to find a home

    Then I met you
    My world became so small
    All my world views
    Mean nothing to me at all

    If I…Read More

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    Break Out

    do you exist in a cocoon…
    locked up…buttoned down…
    but never evolving?

    or do you break out…
    spread wings meant for flight
    and soar into the night?

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    • I wanna fly, Willow. I want to feel the wind on my face, taste the thrill of love, and why the crickets sing or the reason why words form into poetry. I may be old, but I ain’t dead yet. ;0) Cool poem Willow. -Curt

  • April 26th – Water, Dust, and the Space Between Us

    April 26th returns
    like a remote memory,
    one of those pale, trembling ones
    that no longer knows
    if it belongs to you
    or to the air around you.

    It brings back
    what it was
    between the two of us,
    not the words,
    not the gestures,
    not even the moments,
    but the texture of it,
    the faint…Read More

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  • Silence

    Sit in silence
    Watch and observe
    They tell you things that are unspoken
    As they are speaking

    Hidden truths
    Covered in a blanket of lie’s
    Design to confuse

    Practiced smiles
    Paired with dead eyes
    You wait…

    Wait to see what’s the hook
    What’s the product
    What’s the goal

    There is only one purpose
    When you approach…Read More

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  • Once: No Going Back

    It’s the 25th day of Poetry Month,
    and this must be said
    with the honesty of reality.

    There was hope once,
    it flowed easily
    from Summer’s green fields
    strewn with wildflowers,
    to Winter’s white,
    with snowflakes of individuality.
    But, it was a false hope,
    one seen through illusion’s eye.
    A lie,
    told over and ove…Read More

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