Thursday Poem

Tonight

The fan blows
stiring up silent air,
I drift here before I dream those dreams which glow
and soon my mind will roam.

Through, over and in
the present, absent and future
I fly. Wandering, ceasellessly in
the nights lustrous, steady force.

-Written August 10th

Haiku Sunday

 Not a coffee shop

young lady, he quickly said

but a lame diner.

-written 8-7-13 

Saturday Poem

"In dreams begin responsibilities"

she'd write, quoting

the singer quoting

the story quoting

the poet quoting

an old play.

She would only warn me once.

- David Stankiewicz 'My First Beatrice'