would that I were nine
or even ten again then
I’d know who I am
Cup of ambition (homage to Arlie)
10 Aug 2012 Leave a comment
in Blog 365 Challenge, Haiku times 2, Poetry
morning I find night’s remnants
black coal in the bowl
some are coffee days
shower, dress, coffee go-mug
no readable grounds
Familiar things
09 Aug 2012 Leave a comment
I have pictures of him sitting on the glass coffee table; or the one on the
balcony next to the porch swing, I have anther of him sitting on the desk with my old glasses and journal and my favorite fat pen. I have another one sharing space with cat Sabrina on my all-to-cluttered desk late at night lit by an old lamp. He filled with a little Texas tea and my cat deep in slumber my only company as my pen races the dawn that heralds a new day’s duty and bustle of the necessaries that take me from this, my aerie.
Stardate 050407-countdown to some beach some where
08 Aug 2012 Leave a comment
Written the day Saks Corporate closed it’s doors, and I was headed to the beach for a well-deserved idyll.
Stardate 050407 Countdown – one day to some beach some where
Come ride with me along the sand,
where dusk sits easy on the land.
Feel her presence close at hand –
the guardian Naiad of the strand
© Perle Champion 5/4/07








