On my wall, the shadows play.
Shifting shapes with every sway.
Through the forest, deep and dark
The wolf’s howl pierces like a spark.
Across the moon, the dove flies high
A fleeting glimpse in night skies.
As I brush tears from my eyes.
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Boston is a city that I love, but I rarely venture into its busy streets. I remember the quiet days of the pandemic when the city seemed to pause and breathe. But I also find inspiration in the crowds of people hunched over their phones, oblivious to their surroundings. They sparked this short poem in me, reflecting the contrast between solitude and connection. I called it “Titanium Souls.”
Titanium souls
In a keyboard world
Lost between now,
And the space bar.
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The hibernal solstice, the winter solstice, or midwinter.
I’ve come to prefer hibernal as it applies to animals that hibernate in winter.
Even the sun wants to seek shelter below the smallest ridge or tree line.
As if saying I’ve spent my time.
Saying goodnight earlier and earlier and letting the cold wind and snow have its way.
And like the other animals that shelter in their space
I too prefer to view the earth through curtains from my hiding place.
Darkness comes too soon
For the lonely.
Midnight last longer
The pain cuts deeper
Nights never end
Day never begins.
The sadness starts
The aching deep within
Then morning comes
The sun is bright
And you try again.
For what else is there?
There were colorful lights and people singing
Santa’s in windows
And popcorn stringing
I spent Christmas alone.
News years came and bells were ringing
Promises made and children singing
Skyrockets flashing across the sky
Helping to hide the tears in my eye
I spent New Year’s alone.
My birthday rolled in
As it does every year
Some seem to notice
But most didn’t care
I spent my birthday alone.
We come in and go out of this world on our own
I’ve had plenty of practice at being alone
But still at night as the north wind moans
It scares me to think
With my eyes final wink
I’ll still be alone.
Rambling Harbor 
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