Poetry Archives - Walks with Strays

Friday night moment

A poem on a Friday night . . . . I ask for guidanceThe words fallNobody buys itWhat am I doing? I get up at …

A blinkA woman, old and graySitting in a chair overlooking the lake A blinkRunning through the fieldsDon’t let the bees stingDidn’t have a chance A …

I thought I was going to do something amazing. I had so many dreams, ideas, passions . . . then life happened. Some of the …

This weed flower (and it’s unique strength) I saw this morning reminded me of a poem titled “Perception” I wrote in 1996: we walk thru …

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Do you wake up every day groaning or smiling in anticipation? Today, try making a choice to get excited. . . No matter what is …

LOVE Love is all there is it is a moment’s wonder an ending of time Love is eternal never forgotten only misplaced for we tread …

There is this box at times I find myself in it is not anything planned but the lid just opens…and somehow I find myself in …

To Dad on Father’s Day I remember… you being the playful, affectionate dad and all three of us piling on your back playing, laughing, loving. …