“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Help on My Journey



I whisper for help
as lesions of doom betray
my former life plans.

Fellow travelers
on my life’s unforeseen path
grant community.

The sadness of loss
experienced and to come
becomes bearable.


Inspired by Nicole Lemelle’s

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

Ode to New Year’s Eves



Others celebrate
the promise of a blank slate.
I watch from afar.

So am I jealous?
I most definitely am.
I want to party.

As I yearn to grasp
hope’s seductive promises,
loss appears instead.


Inspired by Wheelchair Kamikaze's
New Year's Eve Through MS Eyes