child's gaze well worn
treehouse gentle vibration soft cold
hand
|
Pen and paper bride and
groom the swearing-in grand canyon |
fond old
memories blinding
lights on bended
knee room filled
with roses |
quietly enjoying
the warm breeze taking the
wrong exit throbbing
pain shoulders
with peach fuss exchanging
hurtful words turning to
prayer |
blind-folded, seven candles
flicker In daze barrels rolling autumn evening |
Beads of
sweat Sunday drive Passing by Tiny specs Top of hill thunder rolls |
The king
snake slithers across the wooded trail Lost in a
forest of green candles flickering
in the pitch black night a birthday
cake with 7 glowing candles |
Morning flight Snowflakes
abound Ball diamond
calls Sobs of a
child |
many numbers endless questions faster and
faster Leaves are
twirling |
college starts
grass is
brown sailboat
sails pretty flowers |
summer night
warm morning or warm morning
|
somewhere
from above eating conch
salad silhouetting
a crimson sunset extremely
cold |
breathing
softly and staying motionless lilac scented
steam rises as longing to
feel His presence too scared
to look down |
fluffy clouds
beneath me first taste many screeches |
walking hand
in hand wearing my
nana's scarf Beautiful
woman in white |
Cool breeze
in the morn Temperature
changes |
softly lit
room smoke blackened
face |
© 2003,
Randy Brooks Millikin University
All rights returned to authors upon publication.