Red, Red Universe

Red, red universe
Soft scarlet swirls simplify
the essence of life

Storm Clouds

the dark buccaneer

sails the thund'rous horizon

on its tall cloud ship

Worth the Tears

Sometimes the crying is worth the tears.
If my poetry comes from my pain
it's no wonder I'm writing again.
He won't accept me as I am.
My throat chokes and sputters a few times
but I find release in several chosen lines.
My heart is tired of its ache.
I need to learn to be my own
so off I set, my heart lets go.
Sometimes the crying is worth the tears.