I wrote this poem "in the moment" at a top floor restaurant in Singapore.
A poem about transitions, seasons, positive response to the weight of responsibility without denying the frustrations that come with it.
A poem about life, influence, and what matters.
POEM: This poem composed in memory of a friend.
Irene's Lost and Found Dusk descending, last light leaving. Juice is gone but not defeating. Kids in streets, playing friendly. A few lawn chairs, grouping splendidly. Talking, laughing, like who knows when. ~ Something lost, something found, On this soggy bit of ground. ~ Stretching day, till its gone. Now we wait, dark chirping lawn.... Continue Reading →