Best Flyaway Poems

Took our friends to the airport this afternoon,
Don't like them going, but they'll be back soon.
We love having friends who we're comfy with,
Sometimes they are...

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In my dream
Thomas Jefferson pops out a pilgrim
in The Jeffersons family,
proprietors of Chinese laundries
on the best end of Main Street’s forested path
emerging toward Sanford Sons...

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The time has quickly passed away,
I promised myself a poem a day.
It is now time to write the last,
Now I need to really think fast.

What...

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Your eyes will pick her from a crowd of ladies,
Her hair,a flyaway,very thin and soft as silk,
Her gaze sharp,and eyelids as if lined with shards...

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Lilac scents surface and I'm surrounded
with a pleasant picture  tap dancing
upon a weathered soaked oak porch

Bare shoulders showing carefree scars
burnt  skin deep seduction...

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Six AM is
NOT a 
         Solace:
The ( waking ) hours
Seem
       ...

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High in the autumnal air the smell of wood burning is everywhere
Folks tidying gardens love to burn forgetting that smoke has only upwards to go
What else...

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No sonnet to hold the magic of feeling,
A trembling tenderness in my soul delights –
A shadowing sonnet to reflect the lights,
The beauty, the beauty, of...

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Strands of silver, tinsel fine,
Thin, flyaway,
Winged, widow’s peak
Widows’ weep
Bubba, Grandma, alone.

Up the dark tenement stairs
Cross tiny, tile squared floors
To the always open door…
Bubba, Grandma.

Aged, ageless,...

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The Showing of The Ankle

Now dashing Sir Giles was a smarmy old geezer
Bold with the women, he knew how to please ‘em
Money no probs and...

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Friday evening flight,
A touch of urgency,
Changi Airport Terminal One.


Check-in smoothly,
Baggage and all,
A trip Down Under.


Three souls plus one,
Baby in tow plus three adults,
An outback escapade.


A...

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Drawdy Pointe

Flyaway frond hairs wear the breeze
where the green palm nods her head,
and the pelican post's lone occupant
is surveying the fisherman’s empty line.
Across the water...

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I always knew the cider mill was across the road,
Down a little ways from Grandma's house.
This day, it must have been October;
The afternoon sun was...

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Upon reflecting with misty eyes
childhood days of yore
the mantle of anticipatory
excitement mantle I wore
upon advent of December
twenty fifth not quite threescore

years ago knew nothing
about being...

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Magnificent red and blue streaks followed her swift descent over the ridge
Into the bowels of the unsavory graffiti-laden under bridge,
Wild hair girl patriot is how...

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