solitary, being alone when surrounded, mourning without tears, reliving the past while believing the first words of the relationship can be repeated remembering when pockets were full of sun and moon reflecting the glass of a calm ocean as birds swarmed overhead proving miracles did exist
early stillness city awakening neon’s blink off apartment lights on a few cars and a cat warm street air pigeons pass overhead red brick walls slate steps alley doors aroma of bacon and coffee stagnate puddles grease and diesel fumes sun rising over rivers horizon stepping slowly from earths other side
Is it the end? such a distance form what was the beginning security stood close moving safely one way avoiding corners unknown shadows selecting carefully common welcomes now a glove is missing from the hand I knew remembering the avenues we walked under curved boughs in all seasons speaking softly … More THAT’S IT
youth took the half of me photos that never grow old sandy foot prints left behind strangers under full moons dusk and lost clouds dawn with a new start a dream dismantled a prayer answered recovering from loss falling into strength the ordinary path the measure of a chance … More SOUL PRINT
A guitar with a sad sound creates a shadow with a soul a spirit song blending within the air in a room on the second floor overlooking traffic where the usual stick figures battle below within the stream of unremembered faces lacking interest yet directing themselves forward to the store or the corner some returning … More SECOND FLOOR
And then… he was gone he took with him his voice and crooked smile his welcoming eyes and calm purpose to all he met he left behind his favorite hat a pen for writing a few books and a cat and dog that still look for him sorrow fills in hard … More HE WAS HERE
There are mountains to behold some soft others of granite messages hidden within the folds of clouds some open doors worth forgetting closed ones we forgot to open a watershed of voices replaced by empty chairs by those passing to the other side we celebrated their life favoring the moments while looking … More LOOKING INTO
The first time ever the ocean touched my feet I knew I belonged to a much greater place arms wider a place deeper acceptance was mine a lifetime invitation late sunsets morning with a wink of blue a memory without loss dreams of swimming never growing old the first time it touched me.
There’s a moment of shade for everyone. A chance to reflect familiar breezes and places of safety integrated from youth. Deep nostalgia draws exiles of thought searching for an outpost nearby, though just out of reach. It’s the thread left behind. A footprint of passage, the search to discover the end where there are layers … More SURVIVING
Disturbed waters are the evidence of youths seeking a smooth belonging; searching to square off the circle. They are dreamers between rocks, pushing from a hard place, attempting to re-create the beginning without pain, escaping the fires between the lines. Fingers bait the eyes into corners. Second chances come at a cost. Seek to … More SEARCHING
Roger Singer 