by Danny | Apr 23, 2017 | Poetic Side
they call them the ‘wee’ hours, but when enveloped in their dark cover one breathes the severed solitude of the ‘I’ the bed creaks under my rustle and turn a dog barks in the neighborhood, sharp spears of sound pierce the night. do keen ears detect an intruder?...
by Danny | Apr 23, 2017 | Poetic Side
spring harvest lizards scutter sideways along a cinder block wall in a cloudless sky a pair of ravens swoop and soar I stand waste high in a field of foxtails, toiling in the sun the wet winter that brought relief to a parched land also fostered this scruffy yield of...
by Danny | Apr 23, 2017 | Poetic Side
a brief excursion breezing up the 101 the familiar hills green and sprinkled with wild mustard scattered oaks lean like ragged pilgrims forever short of their destination off the highway out of the car I wander down to water’s edge to flex my toes in sea soaked sand...
by Danny | Apr 23, 2017 | Poetic Side
wind chimes tone a random melody in the breeze a pepper tree’s shadow dances on the walkway time whispers in my ear its circular message as past and future disappear and I am embraced by the naked present...
by Danny | Apr 23, 2017 | Poetic Side
the walking wounded say a prayer for the walking wounded who tiptoe through life’s minefield their scars concealed they suffer in silence, seeking refuge in the shadow of their own solitude...
