Summertime Nostalgia 

Moments ripen, falling off trees

Scents of youth congregating midair, hovering – waiting for a breeze

Footsteps running, collecting in silos, overflowing, rolling downhill

Laughter’s arms wrapping around me, a tight embrace that won’t let go

Sunlight’s release, captured on my face

Head tilting back, eyes closing, soaking in through open pores

Summertime – here, now, imprinted 

Nostalgia to be tasted forevermore 

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Mosaic on a Clear White Space

Old photos taped to a wall

Hints of age and wear, edges frayed

Crease lines overlap faces, names

But not reminders of you, me, them

Black and white, some things never change

Colors extend, each moment, each glance

A mosaic of life projected on a clear white space

Life’s collection, unique shapes and sizes

Yet randomly fit together perfectly

Nudging Deja Vu

Long strides, short breathes

Differing tempos, each to themselves

Pebbles escape falling footsteps

Soft patters role and settle along pathway’s edge

Yawns before sunrise nudge deja vu 

Yesterday walks quietly past, unseen

Up ahead, awaiting my arrival, patiently

Gently falling in stride

Step for step, in unison

Silently reacquainting

Just for a moment

Before letting go

Sideways, I Find Myself

Sideways, I find myself

With tilted views through unfocused lense

As skies pour from glass pitchers, upwards they fall

Puddles form overhead, waiting for children’s feet to take flight and land, splashing laughter below

Memories spill, overflowing with yesterday’s faint scent

Rested foreheads gently lie on my shoulder, they’ve returned

Lingering for tomorrow, a reunion, never to let go again


Open Nets, Capturing Now (Revised)

Silent symphonies follow

While summers walk in circles, side by side

My adolescence used to tip toe on sunset’s edge

Arms outstretched for balance, trying not to fall

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Water colors layed out to dry in quiet gardens

To linger, a wish felt at a later time

Armful of naive moments spilling onto the ground

Longing only felt when grey touches my brow

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Seconds, an eternity each, then

Time, no longer a luxury as years roll by

Fogotten moments, once lost, float slowly overhead 

Open nets sail across blue skies, capturing now