Gazing deep into the well
Where hope was thrown
With abandon so unthinking,
I see no small reflection
That could tell me if
The sun will shine again.

I see the place where parity
Was smashed against the wall
And opportunity ran down the shaft
And disappeared in darkness.

I have a penny that I brought
But I never got to toss it.
All the wishes it embraced
Are left there in my pocket.
          ljm.

Boxes of stuff
dropped
by mechanical pigeons

flitting about
from street to street

eggs and spam
sizzling in a frying pan

the bouncing ball
the Yellow Brick Road

if we follow the plan if we paint
by the numbers

our wedding picture
on the mantle

forever young
as we slide gracefully

into our golden
years

•~

sometimes
i write about love

   that's a tricky one though

how do you capture
   fireworks and fireflies
in a child's eyes

       or a ghost
             that refuses
to leave the love he waits for
         after he dies

if i knew how to write these things
i'd write about love
more
     and more

it's a tricky one though

~•

Look at the inspiring sky,
the glorious sunrise,
the fluffy clouds,
the flying birds,
the dancing trees,
the blooming flowers,
the cheerful butterflies,
the enchanting sunset,
the twinkling stars,
the bright moon.
Don't miss everyday
miracles in the daily chaos.

I would love to love you
(Quick and wicked mind)
Oh , but turns the page of time
I lay you down in rhyme