
Sunday night closes
The week’s power approaches
My house now silent
poetry, prose, and photography

Sunday night closes
The week’s power approaches
My house now silent

Two beings I’ve long known
Moments from my childhood
Muppets filled my dreams

This eclectic spot
Seattle’s famous gumball
Well worn paving stones

Those evenings at dusk
Fashionable, Seattle style
Nights in my city
So much of life lost
Since we deny so much hope
Leaves starting to fall
Amusing
How I put pen to paper
Expecting certain words
To flow gracefully
I’m always surprised
At what lands upon
The page
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
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
Filled with painful news
Death, destruction and much pain
Manifest sorrow