floating on rhythmless seas

“I don’t know if we each have a destiny. Or if we’re all just floating around accidental, like on a breeze. But I think, maybe it’s both.” – Tom Hanks (Forrest Gump)

floating on rhythmless seas

i am a poet
a vagabond soul
captain of a rudderless ship
floating on rhythmless seas
navigated by unseen winds
finding random friends
whenever they appear
accidentally

the ocean is wide
my sail so brief
each wave is an opportunity
luck or chance or inevitability
i cherish every moment
i love ’til it hurts
for who knows where
the currents will take me
as I drift towards my final destiny

our first date

our first date

Yes, I am talking about you and me. Our first date.

Let me warn you, I always say those three little words on a first date.

Let me begin by saying, first dates are for connecting and conversations, finding out if there is chemistry. I don’t believe in movies or Broadway shows on a first date.

It should be all about the conversation.

So, we may begin with a walk in a garden, art exhibit, museum, or book store. If I know anything about you, I will try to start the date viewing something pleasureable to you. It is a good ice breaker. I once started a date with a tom-boy lady friend by playing minature golf (me in a suit and tie, her in a little black dress).

Back to us. Of course, you and I will finally sit down for a fine dinner.

At some point during the dinner conversation, when you least expect it, I will gaze into your eyes and whisper those three little words.

“Tell me more.”

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Photo taken by me during a quiet dinner on this exotic paradise.

sunsets in my soul

sunsets in my soul

her metaphor grazed my lips
reminding me of an island breeze
that trembles my flesh
untouchable words
rejuvenating my heart
as they slowly fill me
with warm verses making me whole
illuminating my days
until they set in my soul

the color of you

the color of you

one day when I look back
on how I adored you in silence
i will remember the tint of your words
how my every breath
was inspired by your hues
and if by chance the day arrives
where you become a sepia memory
nothing will ever change
for i will always cherish
the color of you

a cappella

For my muse……

a cappella

words come in waves
a chorus splashing in harmony
drenching my dancing heart
as my muse croons
her siren melody
a hypnotic verse reminiscent
of the haunting a cappella
sung by a lonely sea
urging me to fall overboard
into the depth of her words
submerged in metaphors
drowning in poetry