Death of a Rose

Thorn on mighty stem

broken from the bow,

blood red leaves fold within

and whither slowly unto now.

In the rose’s final hour

the last leaf falls upon the floor,

and as a tear falls down upon it

the rose blossoms nevermore.


Personal Note:

I wrote this a few years ago. Now that I look back at it, it reminds me a bit of Nothing Gold Can Stay, the famous poem by Robert Frost. I’m pretty sure that poem is my personal inspiration for writing this, although I didn’t realize it at the time. In telling you this, I find myself transported back to Pony Boy reading that poem to Johnny in The Outsiders. Reading S. E. Hinton was my first introduction to that specific piece of poetry, and I have been in love with it ever since.  “Stay gold, Pony Boy.”

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The After Hours Saga: Burning Embers

Dusk falls upon us as the last hours of the day fade into the night. Yet it is not long before the light comes again to greet us. The sun’s rays gently caress the horizon. In that moment of warmth, we are at peace. Waking from a gentle slumber, we feel the sunlight kiss our skin and we know we are alive.

It is much like darkness in all forms. Darkness resides in all of us. However, what we must remember is this: Where there is darkness, there is also light. Even in the very depths of our souls, a sparkling ember burns, waiting to be ignited.


A Personal Note:

I am one of those people that always approaches others with an attitude of happiness. In fact, so many people have commented on this attribute that I’ve begun to realize it may be rarer than I first realized. I have been asked countless times how I can always be so full of joy. The answer is truly simpler than you can imagine: It is a choice.

I choose my mood before I speak to another human. I choose happiness. I have no idea what’s going on in that person’s life. I don’t want to speak negativity into their heart. I smile. Some days I don’t feel like smiling (I am human, after all), but I do it anyway. I find my ember and I ignite it. This one simple choice has the power to change another’s attitude. With a smile, a kind word, and a gentle touch, there is a force more powerful than any other on this planet. It has the amazing capacity to heal a wounded soul, to bring hope to a despairing man, or simply to brighten another’s day. Happiness is a key to changing the world, and I bring it with me wherever I may go.

As you drink your morning cup of coffee, settle into your lunch, or prepare for your evening before you slumber, consider this: Have you smiled yet today?


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Welcome to my official blog

One of my favorite authors once said that the written word is a form of telepathy, of transference of ideas through thoughts and mental images. Right now, you and I are having a meeting of the minds. I hope you enjoy what is to follow.

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