I live in Denver, Colorado. It is a beautiful city where you may be in a bustling big city, but if you look west, you bring quickly into view the Rockies. This time of year they are spectacular. Large crests of white peaks and lower ranges deep with the black-blue pine trees dotted with snow.… Continue reading Poems of Snow and Winter
Category: Poems
The Kenyan Way
This is Kenya I pour hot milk in my morning coffee, strange smells of unidentified wood burning a short distance away. The smell drifts through my lattice-barred windows. And I wonder where the fire is? In a hearth, in an oven? Someone's meal for the day being prepared? It is the beginning of my Kenyan… Continue reading The Kenyan Way
A Poem for Lost & Found Love
To my good friend Bill Shanahan and his new wife Eileen , who love wandering the back roads of life. May you always enjoy the adventure together! Wanderers in a Foreign Land I was a wanderer in a foreign land. Looking for someone to speak the language of my home. Traveling the back roads and highways of… Continue reading A Poem for Lost & Found Love
Words Come And Go- a poem
Words come and go. Wandering from my mouth into thin, blue air, like a curlicue of smoke rising from a smoldering cigarette, they dissipate. I knit them in my brain, giving them significance as I utter them into the world, hoping their birth means something. But they are just many, so many of trillions, that… Continue reading Words Come And Go- a poem
A Poem-Would You Like To Know?
Would you like to know? Would you like to know… How I dream in color, malachite greens melting into topaz blue, the color of sky. How my feet move and my hips swing while I’m in the kitchen, making red sauces and drinking red wine. How my hands slide over and down my body, caressing… Continue reading A Poem-Would You Like To Know?
A Dancer’s Shape
Bend Body. Bend the way of the dancer. Bend the foot perpendicular to the floor. Bend and show me I still have it, Years have fallen far on the other side of youth, But if I you manage a deep plie`, knees turned outward, at attention and poised. I’ll be most grateful. Sway Body. Sway… Continue reading A Dancer’s Shape
Fresh Start
He is hungry. He is longing. He wants to see himself through fresh eyes...your eyes. He wants your voice to assure him that the past years, the past months are not his life. He wants your kiss to revive him from the dead leaves of winter he's been standing on. He wants your arms, your… Continue reading Fresh Start
Anticipation of the First Meeting of an Online Date
Anticipation of the First Meeting of an Online Date. It is the fresh opportunity, The swirling of our imaginations and longings that create a prelude before the first scene has been written. What will I wear? Where shall we meet? What energy and vibe will I carry in my heart? Act all neutral, nonchalant as… Continue reading Anticipation of the First Meeting of an Online Date
Fall’s Meditation on Letting Go
I walk a few steps further... Into the deeper folds of the forest of red and golds. "Forest will you take me in? Will you share your secrets? Will you teach me the meditation of letting go?" It beckons me to a bed of quilted leaves-more gold, red, and orange with strings of green grass… Continue reading Fall’s Meditation on Letting Go
Central Park NYC
The park, the park goes there. Smack dab in the middle of noise, the frenzy of a place not quite gone mad. The center of the Universe has a sweet spot. A green sweet spot. The park, the park goes there. It goes in places where solitude can be found, where birds still sing and… Continue reading Central Park NYC
Victoria Yeary 