Friday, April 15, 2011


Press play
Stop listening
Start the song over
Fade away from the attention I've been giving it
Something’s wrong
I know because the music isn’t comforting me as it most often does

Tuesday, April 12, 2011


A world where everyone's busy all the time
Nobody stops to smell the roses
Nobody stops to do anything
It's all work
All the time
In an instant
Everyone in the world looks up
Everyone notices the sky
We all see a beautiful blue canvas with soft gray clouds painted across
For once, we stop to smell the roses
And the tulips
And every other sweet scent
It's all there at once
In the blink of an eye
Back to work

Monday, April 11, 2011


I went through page after page
Just looking for that one poem you read to me
So long ago, yet the memory is so near
I look for hours
I look for the chance to go back into that moment
You're flipping through the book of at least a thousand pages
You find your favorite
Soon to be mine
You read it aloud
You speak so eloquently
The words dancing off the page
Expressive and remarkable
I bathe in the light of a simple poem of only a few stanzas
Everything about it is beautiful
The best I've ever heard, by far
And now I can only remember bits and pieces
And an idea of a title
I found it
I'm there again
I found it