Thoughts of a Poet

I wonder if the stars compete for space in the sky. If in the vast galaxy of infinite space, if they still have enough of it. In all the beautiful glory they burn in the sky, do they think themselves the brightest? Some make up fragments of memory, those of maps and constellations of stories no one remembers. A mirror perhaps, a reflection of what lies ahead of us. Vast beauty, hidden in the unknown, beyond our recognition or capacity. Is the moon a peaceful ruler, and the su

What a gift it is to reflect on the antiquities of an ancient world. Pieces of history, art, and culture scattered across the country, or better yet, the world. Great works of architects, creators, and sculptors. The buildings of ancient Rome, Medieval castles that now linger quietly in the shadows of old Italy, or the sculptures carved in remembrance of bygone heroes. Poetry and storytelling are indeed an art, and an art worthy of high appreciation. It invokes the imaginativ

It is often the faintest memory, the one that is tucked away in the quiet recesses of the mind, hidden from everyday thoughts, that are...

I sat on the edge of a hill perched on a rock, staring into the vast overlook beyond. The skies hung over my head as the clouds taunted...

We live in a world of constant opportunity, and yet we still manage to seldom see it when it arrives before our eyes. We fail to observe...

Life is full of the ever-presence of moments. Every blink of an eye, every breath, every action and then it passes. On to the next. Some...

Tiny prints patter across the tree limbs, as they carry the weight of the white sheet layered elegantly across it. A bird skips along the...

Music is a script all its own and can tell a story in as short a time as three minutes. Perhaps more, or perhaps less. A dialect of notes...

My pen paces elegantly across the pages, as I carve stories into the shedded skin of a dead tree. The letters holding hands as they work...