The Ocean (Pantoon)

Whispering pebbles adorn the edge
Of a calm mirror that reflects
the ubiquitous heavens standing all
Alone in the middle of nowhere

A calm mirror that reflects the
Ageless, aging sky where clouds stand still
Alone in the middle of nowhere.
The waves are left unheard, undisturbed.

Ageless, aging skies where clouds stand still,
Keep the history unknown by anyone.
The waves are left unheard, undisturbed...
Whispering pebbles adorn the edge

Keeping the history unknown by anyone.

Part of a crown of sonnets

Now stalled is winter as is season's trend
But winter held so much for us as kids
Our rosy cheeks knew what innocence meant
But that is something our lives now forbid.

We move throughout the world ignoring times
When frosted windows were soon turned into
Handprints and peeping holes which we looked through--
Our hearts always wondering, speaking rhymes.

The apple, when did we eat of it? When
Did we fall under its spell, causing life
To be cold winter days that we might
Never again see the days of Eden?

The knowledge which we are forced to acquire
Burn the innocence only childhood can fire.

The Harvest Moon (Villainelle)

The harvest moon sways dangling from the sky
The trees reflect the hasty moonbeams that
Chase silhouettes down river without reply

Blue morning glories bob in the wind, shy
The orchids watch as raindrops slide--clear black
While the harvest moon sways dangling from the sky

The winking stars look on while heaving sighs
As sounds of hooting and swift shifting cats
Chase silhouettes down river without reply

Bewitching is this time of night when lies
Are muffled and all light and sound refract
As the harvest moon sways dangling from the sky

The winking stars look on while heaving sighs
As the trees reflect the hasty moonbeams that
Chase silhouettes down river without reply
When the harvest moon sways dangling from the sky

A Letter

The words form
Twisting, embroidering
a plethora of colors
and sounds onto a page
of thin white paper
lined frail blue.

Resounding thoughts
Bounce between periods,
And hesitant question marks.
For a few minutes we are in
One series of thoughts--
Series of shared mutual feelings.

You will think you know me in those
Soft minutes. You will hear my
Distinct voice, as I reveal things
I did not intend to.
Then you will realize slowly
That I have changed,

As have you.