It is important
To respect people’s boundaries
Not all hugs are safe
Category: Poetry
Sunday Night
Sunday night closes
The week’s power approaches
My house now silent
The Henson exhibit at Seattle’s MoPop
Two beings I’ve long known
Moments from my childhood
Muppets filled my dreams
A Haiku for #Seattle’s #Gumwall
This eclectic spot
Seattle’s famous gumball
Well worn paving stones
Seattle’s Rain Returns
Though late
I am not sleepy
I sit here, listening
Rain falls upon my roof
Forever, it seems,
I’ve loved that sound
Walking In Seattle
Those evenings at dusk
Fashionable, Seattle style
Nights in my city
Denying Hope
So much of life lost
Since we deny so much hope
Leaves starting to fall
An Early Morning Haiku
Dreaming of Home
I want my home
To be worthy of flowers
Bedecked with candles
And the fragrances
Of breads, sweets
And teas, swirled into
A wondrous blend
Of my heart’s delights
For Tom Petty
At first, resistance
Everyone I knew
Adores all those tunes
Which , in my mind
Trite, vacant, and “No”
Glad to say that’s wrong
Gritty dissonance
Akin to Dylan
The honest seeking
Within his lyrics
Brought out the sunlight
In this darkened world