I started to say something to you but you were not there

I did not think it would end this way I was warned … yes you warned me over and over that one day things would change and you and I would change you asked me questions like why did I bring work on our vacations my mind was about making extra money I used the

will you help her?

she is calling out to you God her spouse walked out for another woman things had been going well (she thought) then blindsided she says she has cried and prayed cried and prayed every day every night I offer my prayers for her I am praying and crying for her allow her to grieve and

prayers & promises

walking along the beach you and I stop to offer silent prayers giving thanks for having met

precious moments

when we get together i always wish time would stop

the night of sorrow

This happened to me & maybe to someone else Sometimes I wonder if you look down & see me hurt How far is it there & one day I pray I will see you again Before you left I meant to say I appreciate you and how much you mean to me My throat is

broken wings

no poems no songs no music there are no creative juices anymore. why? there could be a disconnect from the creative flow that streams from reading hearing playing other peoples’ poems, songs & music. it’s time to plug into the streaming creative flow again and again.

talk therapy

it does not take a licensed counselor to make you feel good   sometimes a call to a friend and a friendly talk will do wonders   I was once in the dumps feeling bad about myself when a friend from another town called me   he knew I was feeling down he told me

i gave up too soon

I was making it My dream was working I had mojo then wanting to live from poems that came endlessly I bet my early years on writing Saw many reading and buying the books in bookstores, card shops and college stores Letters arrived almost daily sharing poems and including photos Ten books in stores and more waiting