past the breath of consciousness and common sense past the counter and the yellow line they stand comparing watches, sunglasses and hats, posing, checking the curves at the mirror for show, and what shouldn’t, voicing opinions to the beat of groans and moans, becoming bored they file out laughing at nothing
before evening there’s an afternoon asleep a recipe of gathering, irresponsibility street corners the city breathes then exhales a boxcar moaning steel old faces disturbed that youth is wasted as age burns the fire out then points to the past laughing infrequently wondering what’s left digging into empty pockets going … More THAT WAY
a shoreline song youthful and free waves of gold over blue umbrella art the beach a canvas of footprints voices, laughing, calling out the chance of summer over the shoulder, a pencil sketch of gray lines, a song built from day, a little of the past here in the present
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
forgiveness looks back from the mirror with half smiles, like the lesser wings of angels it’s the time lost, the unscheduled acts of life, trapped in water, with the allure of youth washed out in scars and wounds wrinkles unstoppable speak a visible war of seasons in constant forward motion … More A MIRRORS VOICE
Rodeo days slip into his dreams he owns a crooked walk from a youth of injuries unshaven a tipped hat frayed collar faithful jeans boots full of stories wrinkles honor him of places forgotten and doors left open dogs watch him without growling as he moves on. … More HALF SMILE
black and white photos of my youth under a dominant sun with uncombed hair barefoot open shirts dirt roads to beaches bridges and paths to discover before porch lights snap on and bonfires send sparks to heavens floor
The books she loved and left behind for me were the beats of her heart scattered randomly between pages were small notes she wrote of love and hate a first kiss lost loves death and pain youth spent choices fire and sand trust tears traveling alone pictures postcards received a diner dreams aging gracefully … More BETWEEN THE PAGES
There’s a silhouette a side shadow brave with image soulful and longstanding motion expressed with well spoken words hat tipped blocking the sun providing shade for eyes of reason at the edge of a clear stream he stands expecting great things from a cast into swift waters ripples over rocks … More WELCOME BACK
A curious wind turned turned the pages living in residence within me paper thoughts and pictures of me tumbled from within as a familiar history unfolded with faces of laughter and others suffering in pain the binding of truth and fiction is strong forming a web holding the center of the story firm … More MY PAGES
Roger Singer 