Timing

This poem is about how things can twist and change so easily and wondering what would happen if we could ‘backdate’ an encounter Sometimes when I am sitting Drinking coffee Dreaming of you I imagine what it would be like If we could turn back the clocks To when we were not pitted and scarredContinue reading “Timing”

Speedy

Today my poem must be swift A rhyme instead of sonnet As I have got to do my chores So four lines are my Limit

Identity theft

We all are meant to have a tribe a family that we can live inside a group who understands our ways Accepting us And yet these days It seem to me that this coherence Is suffering mass interference We don’t sit down and talk direct We click and type on t’internet And it is easyContinue reading “Identity theft”

Patience

Having Parkinsons means I have to learn patience….one day…. Wait with me While I tremble Wait with me While I falter Wait with me While I regroup While I reset While I restart Wait with me Or not I will be here Until I can walk Elsewhere.