Wednesday, February 18, 2015

the funny part of poetry

You can see it in their eyes,
in tender hugs and long good-byes,
a love that only moms and daughters know.
You can see it in their smiles,
through passing years and changing styles,
a friendship that continually seems to grow.
You can see it in their lives,
the joy each one of them derives,
in just knowing that the other one is there.
To care and to understand,
lend an ear or hold a hand,
and to celebrate the memories they share.

Sunday, February 1, 2015

a wet drive

along Miller street,
He presses the Gas pedal
and snakes his way to Perkins road,
beads of rain drops
block our window,
darkness force down
lowering our confidence
i feel like a jailed tiger,
short in breath,
not falling into s bottomless black-hole,
yet grasping for air.
the abacus of our walking path
the winding input of a faith,
once we are on Western,
we are close to 19th, August, 21st, Celia, and 
home then.

spring flower

This past week, we participated Thursday poetry rally week 79 for fun,
glad to be honored with a tag, the perfect poet award, which is an encouragement
hopefully, i wish i would not discourage anyone, but still, I wish to pass this honor to
another blogging poet,  Few Miles  and 
Rod E. Kok
keep it up. poets.