Poems from JCW
An Appalachian Highway
Cars pass by, bringing with them
brief glimpses into other lives.
The revving motors roaring
through the silent...
Seasonal
Green buds, bloom, bloom, without mourning,
As gentle as the rise of morning.
Yellow sun, shine, shine, with no grieving,
As...
Sing (On Maya Angelou)
I am no caged bird, but I sing.
I sing of a better place,
One where I can be heard.
I am in a figurative prison,...
The Eyes of the World
Those cerulean blue eyes glow
Likes waves upon the sea,
Moving with their ethereal flow.
Those gorgeous eyes betray...
Can I love?
It would be peaceful, like a dove.
But I truly doubt I can.
I never have before now,
So I don’t know how.
Do you love me?...