Seeing through the eyes of others

poetry and writings based on the truth of life. Everyone sees through their own lenses. Trade glasses with someone else and view your world…and theirs. I write personal, I write upon request and not limited to one area, genre, or style

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  • Let it exist, let it

    I came from Oklahoma: not a caricature of dust and drawl, not a name stitched to a stereotype, but a person shaped by open skies, by long roads, by the quiet dignity of knowing who I am I speak with the education life required of me, with words gathered carefully, because some feelings deserve more… Read more

  • Mysteries of the sea

    The wind, the waves, the gulls;they all know who she is.The ships along the shore, the vessels in the harbor, all fall silent in awe They watch her, but dare not disturb her, at her presence, they bow in reverence She is the oneShe is the trueShe is keeper of the wind and sea,the thrill… Read more

  • Remember

    The words are fading The writing has come undonePages loosen from the heart and drift across the dark water: The separation of heart, mind, and soul has happened I am drowning; it’s all drowning Ink dissolves beneath my fingers, and every sentence becomes a current. I am left to speak but I, too, will succumb,… Read more

  • She is home

    Longing for wholeness, searching for love;to be one, to be united, to be free, to be safe She walks the shores of doubt, yet carries a quiet hope within her, nothing but clouds, breezes, and damp earth beneath her feet Then: His voice She stops She turns She runs to him At last, she glances… Read more

  • Even

    The chair once occupiednow sits empty, alonekept company only by flowersand a flickering candle. Quills lie abandoned in their baskets,their stories unfinished. The mirror, once alivewith dress fittings, careful hands,and reflections of quiet beauty,now offers nothing backonly a hollow, singular stare. There is an ache in losing everythingthat most will never know,but for the hundreds… Read more

  • Yes I am thine forever

    Flower by flower, she answered, petal by petal, a softer language grew between usWhat began as a single bloom became a quiet devotion, a patience laid gently over skin and silence Each blossom found its place as if it had been waiting there, each one a small yes taking shape in the lightI watched love… Read more