Years to become stone
Years to become stone … No touch of kindness upon this shoulder nor spoken wisdom to calm No tears to
Read moreYears to become stone … No touch of kindness upon this shoulder nor spoken wisdom to calm No tears to
Read moreA Drawing Tutorial in Portraiture 1. A Drawing Tutorial With pencil I will learn your portraiture to realize the world
Read moreAnother Winter to Shovel Snow I When young would shovel snow every season before the plow would drive down our
Read moreThe Valley of the Antelope 1.) Hiking and History A valley of no written history. After a drive past delapidated
Read moreClosure for an eternity He said once to himself I don’t have any idea how long just ask your heart
Read moreRemnants of my lesser lives, memories of souls slain in warring dues, and lilting the breeze that reminds me of
Read moreAnother Memory … With each new day that passes – let’s make a memory. Let’s make the good times last
Read moreI relish the fact of my demise, slow or fast, no compromise, I just hope my children become millionaires when
Read moreRuminations of flight entice, memories of floating upon clouds, shouting out loud in blissful release never leave my conscious mind,
Read moreLost Beyond Dreams Where did thy love wander, lost beyond dreams? My heart weeps with great sadness, Which engulfs
Read moreEtched in mind those moments that seal memories, preserve them whole and resound with a perpetual knell of those defining
Read moreYou Will Sense Me Yet Again You will sense me yet again When, Where and How? I know not, But
Read moreMemory’s Twilight Memory’s twilight has come upon me in quiet reflection, As another year comes to an end they
Read moreYouth held in reflections, unwanted truths Reflections of past… memories held Time carves deep grooves, etches skin and minds peruse
Read moreNever will you be gone….Gone, but not forgotten … ever-enduring Never Will You Be Gone…in heart and memory I keep
Read moreGrandmother, in loving memory… My Grandmother, she had a way- beautiful ’til her dying day. She used to say, she’d
Read moreJust a Thought It’s like wet ash when it sticks to the skin, a thought sticks in the mind once
Read moreI’d asked him about the war. He sat quietly sipping black coffee as his eye’s took on a distant look.
Read moreNature’s scowl Rattle my window, chilled
Read moreLoss of Memory … As it was, and as
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