Once again, I coped with the blows of life, the inability to make my dreams happen. It was 1984, not the novel but the year, but just as gloomy as the book. The gray sea expressed how I felt inwardly.…
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Reflections of My Heart: Crying Rain
I wrote this haiku, back in 1984. It was a weekend, after studying. We were at my home in West Hollywood this time. Since Robert and I both loved walking in the gentle rain, and it was only a five-minute…
Reflections of My Heart: Crossing Boundaries
I wrote this poem for a friend of over twenty years. Then his life became consumed with trouble and he disappeared. He could not allow me to comfort him or give him support. Then one day, four years ago, when…
Reflections of My Heart: Coverlet
While in college, I read Wenonah’s Blanket by Peggy Elaine Browning, about a coverlet that kept people safe from hurt and harm. The story warmed my heart, and after reading it, every time I went though a life-altering experience, I…
Reflections of My Heart: Convicted
One day, back in 1983, I drove alone in my car from college back to home. This was months after I began writing my life’s story. At the time, I called it The Broken Hoof, and when I finished, it…
Reflections of My Heart: Constellations
One night, a violet star illuminated the sky above me. It shone brilliantly and honestly, a bright light that guided me as I took action and made myself into me, the person no one saw. It guided me into taking…
Reflections of My Heart: Circle of Friends
I wrote this poem to a dear friend. He was the first person, in a long time, to hear my call, to take me under his wing, and to help me shine. He was true. He did not spout words…
Reflections of My Heart: Crashing
When I wrote this poem, I was taking another walk, about 11:30 in the morning, down a tree-lined street in West Hollywood, California. The towering trees were beautiful. I’m sorry I don’t know what kind they were. Lost in thought…
Reflections of My Heart: City Walls
Back in the 70s and 80s, I was just a CP person with pipe dreams, a rebel with a cause, but with no one beside me, except for my dance teacher Al Gilbert and my friend Robert. Like the birds…
Reflections of My Heart: Cherished Symphony
I thought I had found someone who saw life like I did, and that inspired this poem. But once again, it was a lesson for my inner self. These precious moments were for me to see the type of person…