Poet Introduction Iím not a poet. Most of these things come out of nowhere. Like a word, a phrase, scent or even an old song or tv, movie... donít forget ďlife eventsĒ... Some are to people no longer in my life. Muses, too.
Late in the afternoon she sits with me trapped in the cornerís shadows a memory that comes and goes light hair unlike my own dark eyes that mourn the absence between us her life a task of waiting she did not choose
The light shines through her body her eyes fill with tears but still she says nothing nothing at all
She waits until the sun disappears and then she goes taking my heart with her leaving a silent space no words can fill
Plants, Soils and Oceans (Poetic Dialogue Competition)
Where has all the carbon gone Long time spewing Where has all the carbon gone short term storage Where have all the carbons gone When humans burned the fossil fuels When will they ever learn? When will we ever learn?
Where have all the humans gone? Long time passing Where have all the humans gone? Long time ago Where have the humans gone? Bought new cars every one When will humans learn? When will we ever learn?