I sit pleasantly under misshapen clouds where cool linen sweet breezes fan me while pretending I am young running the beach with sandpiper legs king of the day carrying candy and french fries; there is ketchup on my cheek as the waves flush noisily onto a soft sand shoreline where … More SANDPIPER LEGS
What right is of this? The passage from strength, the wall of stone held between paper fingers. What faith is within the ashes of belief? Altars of gold images dance proudly on heads. What calling speaks a name to step through fire? To a place of new winds … More WHAT
Off balanced laboring fans push diner air onto walls stained yellow. Customers lean over tables, whispering, pointing fingers and then laughing, breaking into the clatter of plates and silverware. Waitress’ weave around tables delivering the beginning of meals. Counter people nod to the cook who prepares their regular. The door opens. Cold air rushes in … More GOOD COMPANY
A blue veined sky stretched overhead touching horizons with a quiet thinness. A cellophane skin covered the sun, like a mist in a dream being pulled tightly with the cord of your thoughts as a reckless collision of emotions presses hard to the surface, fighting for importance; the words from yesterday and the doors today … More TONIGHT’S DREAM
Stand firm, hold the ground, let courage strengthen you; lions roar only when necessary, choosing battles before war creates division. Sermons call to arms willing souls bound for glory under the flag. Worthy causes stir the need to deliver for the sake of honor and faith focusing the light on the good and just.
A hedgerow opening provides an unscripted path, like a sketch void of color and where footsteps of mist fall like paper ripped from a book. Roots below turn with the passing of seasons. Silent in growth. Solemn, like the bones of names forgotten. Night stars and moon shades slant the shadows of crooked branches onto … More AN OPENING
I know a place where two roads gather into one marked by stonewalls where peace finds a rest away from the city tucked where few know it shines with quiet moments under summers cool shade. Grand trees line the road like sentries securing a path with massive forbidding mighty … More THE STONES
Hidden in the narrow path we take are a life of words like vines twisting we reach and choose improving by expression, the hope of blending in. But without direction our internal light fades, our steps become entangled altering our direction and creating within a shadow without form. If we follow by prayer … More NARROW PATHS
Great stone walls made by hand stand with protection Like battlefield shields against enemy attack the bulwarks and redoubts the strength of man holding back the enemy by skill and might. Though plans are made to safeguard your space a crease in the armor and a crack finally forms to the heart of the soul … More A CRACK IN THE ARMOR
It’s not by coincidence that paths fulfill a dream, a first step with thoughts alive, the challenge fights to go. Many ways consume our lives shaping the person we become, the people we meet, family and friends and the walls that we call home. There is a path, … More THE PATH
Roger Singer 