Love is the way 
it knows all about you
never blinking
about danger
the baby
the stranger
Love is the way through a mainger.

unchained spirit

simple beauty

a flower

(as it was meant to be)

sunrise on the river
a million stars
2 fishing poles
and my brother

This year’s Estival
Was supposed to be the best of all
But a Chinese pandemic
Gave us something not to mimic
ljm

My life, she said, is so akin
To a twisted, knotted piece of yarn
Tied around an unknown object
Hanging from a broken limb
Blown by whirling, dusty wind
That never ever makes a sound.
                           ljm

With just
Two words to use
To say the things I must
I find my dictionary closed.
I’m lost.

A ghost
In search of words
That hide from Poet’s pens
And make contact impossible
For friends.
            ljm