Painting, Poetry & Pottery from the heart
all poetry
watch out i am unshackled
i have sat with rage i have felt the heartbreak the betrayal the grief the indignation.
I do not need to know the mystery of love
Your eyes. My hand. Our craft, our band.
And I resign to dreams
i have come to rest my mind upon my heart
i caught a moonbeam in my hand soft, delicate
This poem came forth from a vivid afternoon dream.
screaming, my bellybutton screams
