We can sit and stare at each other for hours, but have nothing to say. We can walk happily hand in hand for miles, but she can’t make love to me. We can tell each other of feelings of love, but hers are stronger in the past and mine are in the present...and future. We … Continue reading Midweek Poems – “I Love my Baby, My Baby Don’t Love Me”… R. Johnson
The flames rise to dance anew with the added fodder. Sadness consumes happiness as thoughts feed the flames. Wood to coal to ashes the dance goes on. Thoughts of expectations misleading joy to denial. The flames jump up into the ether their fuel is the air itself. Sad memories linger always feeding on existence and … Continue reading Midweek Poems – Out of Sight Out of Mind?