I saw a winking moon hide behind kingly pines where silence finds comfort in darkened leaning shadows and silver liquid beams slipped through thick boughs. Round and full faced that hanging around moon delivers light to forest paths guiding my way. Promising me a way … More WINKING MOON
The sound of a guitar holds cool night air hostage as the notes drift over the sidewalk below like soft linen draping the skin, holding tight while retaining the heat. An easy changing of chords reminds me of ocean blue days and warm sand or the aroma of approaching storms. The music breaks the bonds … More SERENADE
Night pushed in. Cool air brushed over me. Crickets start. Clouds look cold. Shadows fade. Porch lights start. Empty swings. Windows close. A cat sits by the door. A few leaves fall. Toys in the yard. The last slivers of dusk. A screen door closes. Laundry on the line. Baseball on the radio. A distant … More LIGHTS OUT
It was a raining of dreams, like stars falling on the edges of safe harbors, encouraging the heroes we have inside as visions of advancing shadows pressed through a gray descending mist until images of horses appeared; their muscles burdened with motion, running past, thundering the ground, until blending into black curtains. The forest is … More JUST BEFORE AWAKE
Flat is the water, where dreams roll over past chances and hands with palms exposed pleading truth and roads chosen too soon release darkened unfamiliar clouds where thunder presses the chest and rain washes the better part of shadows from the skin while tired legs search and find glimpses of places where words breathe uneasily … More FAST WITH FLOW
I am swimming in the water of stars. My skin becomes moon soaked with velvet blue and soft sheets of silver. Cool air refreshes my energy. Over shadowed by pines of night green I hold my eyes open, absorbing the greatness of a black distance. I am arrested by the awe at the bottom of … More MY QUIET
Deep rivers are the people of thought. Voice streams pass overhead, rippling the vision, until the cause settles down. The growth of me, my trees and the ground of my past spreads branches over my roots, shading a slow path. I am a shadow. A gray imprint on a landscape of color. A bridge from … More
The flavor of evening circled the island, holding ancient rocks within faint gray mists, as ominous shadows pressed silently onto waters smooth face. A timid quiet descended, pushing out the undersurface of day in retreat. The occasional random sounds from creatures moving about, makes little impact to the surroundings as night becomes … More THE ISLAND
A seclusion moon splits between clouds, sheading onto flat fields, fence posts and tombstones. A feather soft wind song plays the leaves. Birds cease their inflight bickering. Stars reflect around the edges of sleeping lily pads. A prevailing mist covers everything like gauze, draping over stonewalls and stiff brush topped ferns. The echo of an … More COLD HANDS
A force of sun cast yellow splinters past open curtains onto a wooden floor with sharp edges as they slip up the wall like a daydreaming spider. The quiet of the room is loud with silence. A solid red couch holds the room hostage. A grand desk, centered with pride, smoothly carved, decorated with silver; … More AFTERNOON LIGHT
Roger Singer 