Dear Sally:

     Hi! I see you stopped by my page, you're always so thoughtful!
And I did stop by your page, you know, to see what you've been up to lately.
      Unfortunately, yet fortunately, I ran into all my favorite HP Poetess and poets that you so kindly re-posted. And so after reading down your list and commenting and liking all our wonderful friends' poems, I realized I never found your poems.
      Anyways, Thank you Sally for giving me a new home page to read my faves.
       Seriously though, you are very awesome and have a wonderful heart!

Sincerely Traveler
                  Tim

He sat watching as the love dripped out of her,
like broth dribbling off the spoon back into the bowl;
each drop of pho causing ripples of warmth.

He wished to plunge deep inside of her soul,
to penetrate her mind and pause briefly, but
long enough to see how much love remained.

He watched as her hands became a swarm of bees,
her brown eyes turning to fire as she spoke,
and in this moment she was still beautiful.

His heart writhed while slowly realizing that,
it doesn't matter how much you love someone.
Sometimes love just isn't nearly enough.

Easy flow the waters
of the river passing by,

though we straighten them with walls
and narrow them in time,

and lace them up with bridges
to bind them where they lay,

still the waters, like a lifetime,
slip their bonds and pass away..

When the ground jumped up to meet me
it was with the warmth of a former lover
left on good terms
(the timing just wasn't right.)

Surrender generated complicity.
Pound foolish, long face
betrayed something lost;
So with arms spread I fell
and fell…
and fell.

Lessons taught, forgotten...
Something about having big dreams.
A house doesn't need ghosts
to be haunted.

Send in the gods
so I can spit in their faces
one by one.
Just not Shiva.
Not yet.