Forgive Me

Forgive Me

I ate the last piece

of apple turnover

so warm, so sweet

with

the last scoop

of vanilla ice cream

so smooth, so cool

drizzled 

with

the last drops of

dark chocolate sauce

so rich, so fine

I don't know

what came over me

but

it was 

so good, so good.

xx

Found a Creech

On a walk

miles from home

found 

sign

for

a

Creech

Helloooo, Creecher

xx

The Truck

Spotted this blue truck

on my walk today

blue truck blue truck

stopped me in my tracks

Such a truck!

There's a whole story

right there

in that blue truck

you hear it?

you feel it?

Man!

Such a truck!

This is why writers don't run out of

ideas

because you can be just walking along

and

come upon

such a thing

as 

this

blue

truck

and your mind starts whirring

and you want to know 

where it's been

and who drives it

and where it's going

you want to lean on its shiny fender

and listen

you want to hug

a

truck

you want to thank

that truck

for being

along your path

Oh, man!

. . 

xx

Simplicity

Purity

simplicity

beauty

a world in this one photo

. . .

I think these same aims

are in my mind

when I write:

purity

simplicity

beauty

a world in this one story

xx

Sign Posts

All these cheery bright 

colors

and

signs

and that sky

that sky

oh

my

!

xx

Hey!

Heyyyyy

blue sky

red shack

blue water

heyyyyy

pilings

and

flag

and

dock

heyyyyy

you make me 

feel 

so

good

!

xx

The Tree

Tree: Southport, NC

Behold the

mammoth

towering

gnarly

lofty

wizened

giantess

a dome

over

your

fragile

head

xx

Painting

So many similarities

between writing and painting

the white canvas

the choices

the blending and mixing

the perspective

the style

the freedom

. . 

Sometimes when I am weary 

of words

I 

paint

. . 

Do you paint?

xx