Colorfully sound

In a world of black and white,

one does not need to see color—we can feel and hear it.

An artist,

can harness everything—even for a brief moment.

Emotions from words

can paint our worlds.

A collaboration

of ingenuity and imagination

can be a lyrical creation.

Nobody’s Poet

I lived as Hemingway, writing and drinking
with cats around me.
I’ve sobered and said my, “Farewell to Arms.”
What? Were you expecting, “The old man and the sea?

I was paranoid like Poe, always looking over my shoulder—
and over the facade I wore.
Finding tragedy in beauty, I wrote, and I wrote—
embracing this, “Nevermore.”

I’ve traveled like Twain,
only to stop a few years later.
Sounding artsy to impress the masses,
which came from a guy who tripped over the equator.

I went silent like Frost, my hand interpreting
the voice in my head.
Deciphering things around us, simple and complex,
became the path I chose instead.

I’ve lived the dreams of others, perhaps I found my calling
and didn’t know it.
For now and until we meet again

Forever yours,

Nobody’s Poet.


This is a throwback poem from my first blog. Hope you enjoy it!

A warm December

Silent as December snow,

her shadowy landscape

rests at my side.

Chaotic fingers ease themselves,

not to keep her from her dreams.

Watching her nap in sunlight

makes for a warm December.


This, ladies and gentlemen, is Ms. Momo. She crowned herself as my writing cat. Normally, she prefers sleeping in the closet but when I write by the window, she likes to keep me company. When I’m stuck on an idea, we brainstorm together while looking out for snow…our favorite past time.

She is also one of three Beings I answer to… (she just woke up and saw I was writing about her)

Malt Shop Memories

Remember then
Donna
A thousand miles away

Earth angel
I only have eyes for you
Only you and you alone.       

Why do fools fall in love
Under the boardwalk
In the still of the night

There goes my baby
A teenager in love
The wanderer

Since I don’t have you
Mr. Postman
Save the last dance for me.


I absolutely love Doo Wop and Oldies music. So, I wanted to share an experiment with you. Each line is a song title (if you don’t already know) and making them into a poem. If anything, at least you know some of my favorite songs!