June 29, 2013

Summer 's End

Photograph by Donna Donato

Rose, dear rose of Sharon, the last days, the last days of summer where blooms go
where time escapes
where the past hints of color
where seasons' last breath is joined
to inhale the last light from summer's warmth.
 Though faded, expired, the rose of Sharon still stands 

June 7, 2013


It pulls, It tugs, It twists - It plucks the strings
It hardens, It lightens, It brightens
floating, falling, forgiving

setting like suns
rising like moons
flowing like oceans
in, out
to, fro

belief suspended
for just one moment
to hear
to bear
to care

June 1, 2013

I Am

I’m beautiful and sexy, at times
with an imperfect body
but I am who I am
Who knows what it means to be me, or you, or Sam?

I am who I am
I'm a sinner, which means a day to day project
which means I need day to day attention and work
Who, or whatever I am, it’s a quirk

I am who I am
I'm proud to be a work in progress
I'm proud to be a human, a mess
"The truth hurts," She said, seriously, more or less