Old Poems

I stop and wonder,
What happens to a poem,
After is read,
And it then becomes old?

A beehive in my backyard…

Yes, at first, like everyone else, I thought it was a crazy idea and also dangerous because bees are not totally harmless and…

POETRY

Slow

A free verse about the importance of living slow

Frustrating.

It is so frustrating, holding my tongue.
Not to say to loved ones, words that would offend.
Do you feel this too?
Do you need to tell…