In the Beginning

In the Beginning



Sounds had no order, no form

Each note played randomly,

like early morning birdsong


Chaos was the melody that filled the air

Harmony, just an illusion, a vanishing act

performed by strumming magicians


Instruments rang out in unrhythmic time

and there was no key to unlock the secret

Until someone began to bang the drum –


and music was born


Think No More of Me

Think No More of Me


Forgive me for seeming timid

Or shy, or quiet, or rude

Forgive me for appearing to be polite

Well mannered, courteous, but

 I ask no forgiveness for my feelings


I hold them in my heart where

They are guarded from judgement

They are the music of my soul

They belong only to me


They’re the percussive blow of grief

The vibrato of pulsating joy

The solo of winter-like loneliness

The persistent tinkling of hope

And I share them only with you




Proud Secrets

Proud Secrets


The winter sun shines weakly through gray clouds

Black secrets hurried into my dream,

They only saw our souls so proud,

Twirled in the wave of an open hand.


Inspired by Emily Dickinson and Sara Teasdale



I provided the first line, then chose from lines suggested by verse by verse. It was difficult to find lines that made some kind of sense when put together.


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A Simple Gift

A Simple Gift



I looked for a love poem to

give to you, but none were

as tender as the  gleam in your eyes

I listened for a love song to

give to you, but none were

as stirring as the sound of your voice

I searched for some bauble to

give to you, but none had magic

to touch your soul

So I stand here before you

and hold out my humble heart



It’s Valentine’s Day in the Pub