I roam this curving shaded path.Hopscotch through my youth in rompersskinny legs, scraped knees, curly hair.Naively sweet and unaware. In my myopic teenage yearsI roam this curving shaded path.Blinders on, friends all important.Time flies, motion undetected. Parenting years, our sweet… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
In the waning days of autumnnature sheds its hilarity.Crimson red, halloween orange,and golden yellow leaves shrivel,lose their vim and fall.Farmers’ fields, stripped of cropsseem eeirly clold and barren. I seek warmth, light and respite.Candles lit, afghan wrapped,mulled wine and book… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
You should have known,pumpkins do rot. Center stage, porch light blazing,oohed and aahed at by passersby.Bright eyes lit from within.But candle burns, continually drips.Insides shrivel, eyes begin to droop.Carved in grin begins to sneer. Inevitably the brouhaha endscrowds thin, candle… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
nature’s cancan skirtsvivid orange, gold, crimson redleaves delight the eyes windows opened widefresh breezes ruffle curtainspumpkins on display witches roam the streetsmoms and dads with lit…| lillian the home poet
parched petals litter tabletoptears cling to eyelashesskeletal tree limbs crackas blizzard careens from sky sunrise announces joyful dayas cherry blossoms bloomyes bedazzled by lovebouquet gifted, …| lillian the home poet
Scam artist ~preyed on teenage girls.Sarah was smitten.Invited to the party,good and plenty ripewith handsome bachelorsall waiting to score. Twenty years her junior,mints in his pocketto wash away whiskey breath,he sidled up to her.Join me outside?I’m not into alcoholnot into… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
KIT KAT KLUB HEADLINERS TONIGHT Mr. Goodbar and the Red Hots jazz like you’ve never heard it before! The Sugar Babies, Twizzlers and Sweetarts let your imaginations think about that! Mike & Ike serving the best hootch in town great… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
We trekked our way through glorious scenery that year. The Teton mountains witnessed our love grow as we explored their many trails. We held hands walking through fields of wildflowers as spring bloomed. That summer we ran along Jenny Lake… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
Rooftops cold, lifeless.No sharing. No caring. Deadmetaphorically. Values depleted.Hopper’s view of the future,stark warning. Resist. Jarring emptiness.Where were you when it happened?Democra…| lillian the home poet
Time moves incessantly ambles as we stroll rolls as we revel cascades in times of joyturning, flowing, always forward. Time separates, even while moving forward.Distance added to time.Friends diverge to their own paths amble, roll, cascade.But true friendship transcends time.… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
