The suns first color is yellow.
Her favorite for sure.
She has others though.
A collection of more.
Oranges bleed to pinks,
Purples seep into red.

Dawn and dusk.
Her best times of day.
No matter the weather,
She always comes back,
She always try’s to stay.
When the sun comes out,
All worry’s wash away,
And brightness,
Fills,
The—once,
Cloudy day.

so what if I talk to myself
when I’m alone and
how the hell do you know  ..

On an evening walk the other day,
I found a sack of words.
It’s old, very old,
made of hemp and tied with cord.

There was no one about,
no clue as to its owner.
So I took the sack of words
and made my way home
as dusk turned to darkest night.

Once home,
I tipped the sack out onto the table
and a jumble of disjointed ideas cascaded across
its surface …

Then questions formed:
who did the sack belong to?
how did the sack become lost?
Or was it placed in my path for me to find?

I then thought of its previous owner …
If the sack of words were truly lost,
has its owner become mute,
unable to ask for help in finding the lost sack?
I felt sorry for them
and contemplated what I should do with these words …

I could write a heartfelt verse about regret,
or another about lost loves.
Maybe I should use the words
to tell my story?
But no one would want to read that.
Perhaps telling another’s story
would be better served by my discovery?
I could retrace my from steps that evening walk
and look for its owner,
stumbling about in dusk’s half light,
lost for words?

For now,
the words remain just a jumble of disjointed ideas
scattered on my table
waiting for me to decide.

©  2025

i met you almost
two years ago
i hurt you
while scrambling
through my own pain
trying to find my way
through a dark maze
with a haze of ache

you got caught
in my rage of
a crossfire
i realized
i actually liked someone
trusted them so easily

i was angry
someone actually
made me laugh
made me smile

the hurricane
was a category five
you took shelter
far away from me
my tears dripping
from the sky

two years after
the hurricane
we are just recovering
there is life again
there is growth
there is laughter
there is happiness
there is light


there is a second chance