The following is from my recently published book, Life Through My Eyes, a collection of prose and poetry.


Why wouldn’t one write?
We have reference material
right at our fingertips.

We have the alphabet,
twenty-six letters to do with
as we please.

We can create sadness,
happiness, surprise,
wonderment, mystery, and love.

We all have life experiences.
They are all different.
We can share them.

Walking outdoors is
like entering a library
with rows and rows
of subject matter.

We can write about a
crimson maple leaf
floating in a puddle, or of a
sunset with a palette of color
that takes your breath away.

Not all is happiness.
There is death lurking in the shadows;
abuse, drugs and alcohol—
subjects that need to be written about.