The drying flowers sat in the vase as you strolled through my thoughts. Where were you? I was here with my coffee, cold… waiting… Breakfast became slow time sat across the table staring… waiting… You were stealing this passing moment as I gave into thinking of you.
I'm a bassist and composer for close to 40 years. I began writing poetry about as long as I've been playing Bass. Most of my writing up to the last 10 years was schlock. I think I've managed to cull the vapid, and perhaps nurture something more mature in my writing. Sometimes my poems are love driven, other times they're just thoughts spurred on by the moment. Whatever the case, I hope that what I conjure up is emotive, provocative and at best entertaining.
Butterflies emerge from unraveling cocoons Raising up, flying away like hot air balloons Traveling the world from calm meadows to isolated lagoons Harmonious living with the squirrels and raccoons Soaring above endless ocean until treacherous typhoons Relentless digging uncovered a