All I want to do is offer you solace
For my heart often bleeds
as I savor your prose…

The wrinkles of youth
are but embryos of time…

That dormant creature
residing within my soul
lying in wait
for love’s deception…

Shower me with whispers
to halt my scream…

…in daydreams and spurs
words pacing, soul craving…

Time and again
regaling the unworthy
with keys to my soul…

Laced with compassion
our scream and our croon
empaths at heart…

A gnawing desire to pass the baton
with dignity and grace consumed her…

The light of which Ms. Gorman speaks
abounds, I do believe…

And yet when your unbridled petals
disengage from life’s trappings…

My Gates discovery earned no flowers
there was no award for my Lumière gift…

Is it possible you knew all those years ago
that your doomsayer Grinch a rare gift would bestow…

Christmas Blues
Acrostic poem

When the sun sets tonight
On this city of grace
Blue skies bleeding
sorbet hues of lace…