Poem 27

Everyday I see my dreams.
It’s in the way she walks,
It flows from her when she speaks,
The sound of it unmistakable.

Success will never taste as sweet.

Each day I hear myself as her, see myself as her, feel myself as her.

A transformation from good to great to

Friday Breezes


When it all seems too much.

When you feel like giving up.

Think about why you started in the first place,

Or the wonderful places it could take you.

One day I will be laying in that hammock soaking up the rays and enjoying a crisp Mai Tai.

Where will you bask in your success?

Happy writing!!! (I am now at 8,000 words, such a slacker)

Happy Friday!!!