The Summer Sky (my title)

This poem was an assignment, given to us years ago, in Poetry School. We were supposed to shorten, and ‘tighten-up’, the original, so to speak! The author is unknown.

Here’s the original

Here’s mine

The deceit of light mocks the summer sky

as warm earth turns to stone

beneath my naked feet.

sun-dotted breezes blessed my smile.

a bitter wind stings the tender birds

till they can no longer warble,

and the cruel empty night


my desolation.



the suit

i watch him go to work each day
his briefcase in his hand
i wonder does he leave his mark
does he make a stand

when lights are out and doors are locked
does anyone know he’s been there
when books are closed and pens are dry
does anybody care

“i do” a voice cries from within
“i’m not just another suit,
this work’s not easy every day
not every man could take this route”

at night he sits, computer bound
his fingers buttons push
his mind the wheel his thoughts the tape
that calculate the truth

tomorrow he will walk again
but i know where he’s (you’ve) been
and the passions of a dreamy man
sit home and wait
for him

Our Seduction

Music and movies have always seduced me. They remind me of moments in my life, or, take me into worlds that I can only dream of…

You see me moving slowly, seductive to your eyes. A bend, a turn, a lick of lips, you know I’m your demise. I mirror how you feel and touch, the way you move and breathe. I wonder…… you embrace me so. Which one has greater need?