Category Archives: Love

Roots

Their little hands pulling me towards responsibility,not with force,but with trust.A tug at the sleeve,a voice in the night,small shoes waiting by the door.And suddenly a man understandsthat love is not a feeling that visits —it is weight carried willingly.The world still calls him elsewhere:towards freedom without anchors,towards silence, towards self.But those small handskeep leadingContinue reading “Roots”

A Love Declared.

A love declared for days to come,is as good as none.It’s fog upon the mountain top.Soft warm skin you can not touch.’tomorrow’ ‘tomorrow’ – like time an endless field.like hearts don’t tire.like the grass will not be cut.But love is here – it breathes in the moment its given,or dilutes like a tear into theContinue reading “A Love Declared.”

Friday Evening Wine

The week parks the van,loosens its laces and sighs.Nothing left half-finished,noise fading from tired eyes. The evening leans in gently,like a friend who knows the way.Gleam glass catching candlelight,asking nothing of the day. And in that quiet unspoken pause,the aches feel far away.Friday evening glass of wine, We start the month of May.

Old Demons Wait

I was never self-diagnosed,but for years I self-medicated.My life until I met her,was tangled and complicated.Prison walls and darker nightsthe suicide I survived.I saw demons in the shadows,yet still I am alive.She carries childhood wounds,her own long wars to weather.In His good time, God watchedas we came together.Now in love we’ve found a peacethat keepsContinue reading “Old Demons Wait”

Saint Valentine

Before the cards, the wine, the flowers.A courages soul, love has powers.In Romes dark days the faith is banned.A Priest stood strong in loves own hand.In a secret vow of incense flare.Married as one he did dare.In prison he prayed, in death he proved.That Christ is love, love unremoved.So with every rose and poem weContinue reading “Saint Valentine”

Weekend Cheer

Bacon butties, no rush to gotalksport on, time moves slow.Children’s stories gather near,laughing brings a weekend cheer.Wintry walks, the world is right,Saturday hums with golden light.Sunday church bells chime in tune.Soft lit mornings, afternoon.A grace before the week resumes,in weekend cheer the moment blooms.

Write Alone

The lad, the no income bard.And love just don’t cut it,when times get hard.She thanked me for the laughs,rhymes, and the billet-doux.But I’m a silk stocking girl,that needs more than you.In a silent shrug I understood.Still had my hair, still a handsomeyoung blood.Just one of those times life sendsyou back home.To pick up a penContinue reading “Write Alone”