Poetry Weaver

Glancers

Glancers

hopeless menfront to backat the free clinic endlesswinding linesof them shuffle eyes cast downwardponderingfugitive fortunes she wishes she hadn’t wornher shiny patent leatherto this tatteredshoelace place shuffle of over-sized clothingendeavorto conceal the...
The Me You See

The Me You See

The me you see and the you I seeare not as we appear to beneither graying hair nor aging skindescribes the me I am within. The child still lives inside this shellmy spirit is alive and wellI know that you are deeper toothan the wrinkled face I see on you The mirror...
The Weaver

The Weaver

Ever diligent at His loomA tapestry He weavesHe does not focus on the threadsBut the tapestry to be. Adding a silver thread of talentOr maybe two or threeEach tapestry is differentEach beautiful to see. The Purple threads of compassionAll in different huesAnd varying...
A Plea to Suffering

A Plea to Suffering

O sufferingrelease me from your gripI told you I don’t do this sort of thing wellLet me goLet me slipawayStill you persist…hour after hourday after dayThe body witherstransforming me for all to see…Intensifying my pain.I ponder what point there us to...