The symmetry of the game is enduring Change does happen The field deepens and shortens The walls go higher and lower But the symmetry...

Merry By Steve As a potter, I’m a better poet I can throw words all day I can throw clay only so far Seemingly always off center But the...

(Dedicated to Phyllis) Dancing lessons? Never before Why not now? Hmmm, Why not? A new partner A new point of view A whole new world To...

Still By Steve A gray day Not cool nor warm The air heavy with moisture The wind still as a painting The ground spongy beneath the feet...

“Don’t judge the strength of the ocean By one wave” A man once said to me How easily we all seem to judge each other Sometimes in a...

Perspectives on War By Steve I was there But I really wasn’t there Years upon years Fights upon fights They all tell me They all treat me...

(Painting by Alice Campbell) What? By Steve What would you be if you could? Reincarnation is a sweet mystery Whether you believe or not...

(painting by Alice Campbell) The roots are shallow and tender now Like an acorn planted in the spring With time the tap root grows And...

Interstate 12 By Steve The Perfect Moment Have you ever had one? Has another told you of one? It is a human experience Mine is simple but...

I ride my bicycle in the sun Late in the afternoon Warmed by its rays And the moist breeze The sun has disappeared But not the light The...

Round Rock (On the Chisholm Trail) The paths they traveled I stand in now I walk in the same place As they did Some have their names in...

A catalyst is something That stays the same While changing all around it. A person can be a catalyst Changing all those around him But...

(as inspired by Elizabeth) A very thin veneer of dry sand Laid upon its wetted cousins The wind tosses and shapes the dry, white sand...

I still had to do the laundry. Drudgery it is, personified Soap, water, chug, chug Around, around and around again Sometimes our life...

I was happy a minute ago then, A wave of sadness swept over me It embraced me In its cold, cold hands It came in with a madding quickness...

Emotions had raged within her heart and soul She felt she would never settle down Have a night’s peace Have a good day The death of her...

I read Whitman His writing is complicated Full of ideas that seem arcane But it’s simply my lack of understanding In “Kosmos” he explains...

A bit of humanity that lasted a moment Hopefully, it lives on forever In the minds of both And in a photograph A perfect moment in the...

Standing at water’s edge before sunrise The eyes can’t see but the heart knows The mind doesn’t understand it all yet But the heart is...

The words flowing off the quill The grand strokes of greens and blues The master plans that will help all those in need Such Grand...