Making my way down this trail that follows the shoreline as I feel the rain in my face and catch a scent of snow in the air,- I seem to hear the ghostly strains of a violin and cello being played in a slow haunting style that has my mind drift back. To thoughts of one whose heart had finally run out of summers in October ’92 and questions I asked and a promise I made. Before they went to that undiscovered country from whi...

Sitting here one morning here in the “great white North”, as the temperature falls and hovers right above zero. As I think about an email slideshow I have gotten from an old friend who is back in the heat and blue skies of Southwest Texas,-Where the warm winds are blowing and the roads seem to go on forever in a place that I haven’t thought of much lately, as I hear about the temperature difference and have been asked wha...

Sun down, yellow moon rising as night spreads it’s cloak across the skies and some nights find you tossing and turning, not unlike a ship underway in rough seas. And as you lie there waiting for sleep to take you across the blue hills at the border of the dreaming, and then to those great dark gates made of horn and iron that stand as the entrance to the realm within and are guarded by a gryphon and a wyvern,- And as you...

To Submit or Not Submit? That is today's Question Leave yourself open To ridicule and jest Critics might hate you Or like you the best They could pick it apart Or not at all They could tell you in private Or share on your wall Just because you love it And think that it’s great Others might not And maybe even hate So make sure you're ready To show what you've done Because many may like it But so could no one. CM Turville 5...

Happy birthday to my dearest wife.As you waken each morning I'm here.Peaceful hope is my wish for your life.Please, just know this, I'll always be near. Yes, I know our voyage has been rough,But the good always outweighed the bad.If our pathway through life has been tough.Recall those sweet moments that we had. Tomorrow might not have time to spare.Have faith, we'll handle all that may come. Doubtless, you and I have love...

What place has gentlenessIn a world like this?What place has innocence?If you find it don't tell me.Don't tell anyoneKeep it a secret.For I live in a worldThat only knows violenceAnd I suspect deep downThis violence infects me too.

Seldom does one of these nearly write themselves, Like this one did, or one in 2002 that took ten minutes. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0… Found there is a part of me that is a mystery, that has lain there undisturbed for the longest time, with all feeling and seeming to be like flowing water as it moves to the sea like an endless symphony in harmony. Hiding buried secrets like heartache in its depths or having them lie there buried de...

The rain was falling on that fateful dayAs autumn weather forced me to stop by.Beside a window watching trickles play,Whilst stirring tea, she heaved a heavy sigh. Side glances to her face at somber rest;Soft, cradled in a dainty hand, her chin.Thick locks, of titian, formed a wavy nest;Inspired my sense of wonder, and a grin. She surely had a soul, I smiled within,For beauty such as this must be divine.Resisting impulse...

I'm not sure where to begin, although changes have come hurtling down, we have been through some things together and stood through stormy weather with trunks of memories. We might have missed that ship we were supposed to be on, and as they say, maybe there was a good reason behind it all. Rolling down that lake front road, on those old excursions that were taken in the sun and in the snow. We seem to be looking for the s...

Sitting here upon a wooden chair at this corner table, with my back against the wall, able to see the door and all coming and going, and catching a brief glimpse of her in those shadows across this smoky room. As I lean back against the wall, both watching and hearing the singer and song – watching as she steps almost gracefully from those smoky shadows into the light, and seeing both her pretty smile and her sorrow- fill...

One cold misty early morning heard a warning bourne in the air, in an age when, and in a place where no one seemed to have an hour to care or spare. As the days now seem to be growing shorter as well as colder instead of longer and warmer at this turning point of the season. Time now seems to be fleeting as madness tries to take control, as a deadline draws nearer. And has me feeling as though I am running and as if I hav...

We play a secret game.Dangerous, illicit, addictive. So wrong.Hidden in the shadows,Dark, immoral, seductive.We are captives in the game. Meeting furtively, covertly.With guilt.With urgent necessity and force.With incredible purity of passion.The gloaming is our friend.Will not betray us.Keeps us fervent,Discrete.Groping hands grasping. Tentative closeness and warmth.Avoiding the light.Needing the welcome coverlet of dark...

Feeling my arms brought behind me and bound by heavy chains, as you lock them tightly in place so I can’t move with a lock that has no key. Knowing that no-one except you or I can see those heavy chains that are binding me, as I hear you ask me how long I might be able to hold my breath as you hoist me over the tank, and will I be able to hold your breath as well? As I feel the water slowly rising up around me,-You’re won...

Waiting to refresh. Expecting a message. Waiting to refresh the screen.Clicking the mouse to make sure. Will they answer.Will they return a message.Will refreshing the screen make them answer. Waiting.Patiently.Impatiently. This waiting will go on.Waiting to refresh the screen. Is there a possibility of synergy.Will we become more together than apart. Waiting to find out.Expecting something new and wonderful. Waiting to r...

Poems are Only  Emotions written on the papers Made of my heart Strings.