Writer, Photographer
Wind in my face to a place of rest.
A calmness comes over me,
soothing, relaxing, restoring my soul.
Quiet except for the sound of Spring.
Birds chirping. A slight breeze blowing.
Escaping the drama of the world,
ending with wind in my face going home.
See you on the highway.
Brent
Ed. Note: March 21, 2021 is International Poetry Day.
Spring air coaxes me on as I lean into the curves.
The park is filled with families, kids in the playgrounds.
Overhead, an airplane tows a glider, ready to be released
to near total freedom, but it must return to earth.
The motorcycle awaits. It is the total freedom machine.
See you on the highway.
Brent
Ed. Note: March 21, 2021 is International Poetry Day.
Spring air coaxes me on as I lean into the curves.
The park is filled with families, kids in the playgrounds.
Overhead, an airplane tows a glider, ready to be released
to near total freedom, but it must return to earth.
The motorcycle awaits. It is the total freedom machine.
See you on the highway.
Brent
I love your hugs, your caresses and the backrubs.
Sometimes, when we are holding each other,
I cannot tell where I end and you begin.
Brent
The grinding stone of life
can turn raw emotions
into love and understanding.
See you on the highway.
Brent