I feel like this poem might need to be clarified. Why? I'm not sure. But it's been kicking around in my notebook for a couple of weeks, and for some reason I wanted to share it. Still not sure why. Anyway, to be clear, I get inspired sometimes by the strangest things. This poem… Continue reading My Love, For Sale | A Poem
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Stone Path Review | Winter 2013
The Stone Path Review is an artistic journal that takes readers into the minds of poets, writers, photographers and more. It is a wonderfully beautiful and thought provoking collection of work that needs to be shared and experienced. I invite you to visit their website and view the entire piece. If you have a passion… Continue reading Stone Path Review | Winter 2013
Within Your Eyes | A Poem
Our One Moment
We thirst for an emotional tide to wash over us and cleanse our mind. Maybe it is peace of mind or a small inkling of what Siddhārtha Gautama felt was enlightenment. Scientists may tell us it is a releasing of endorphins that saturate our system. If we are lucky, at one time in our lives… Continue reading Our One Moment
Giving Thanks : An Open Letter to You
There are many things Of which I want Those cyber deals That coo and taunt And I may buy A thing or two But I’m thankful most That I have you It’s been a while Since I’ve written you The silly season So much to do But thanks again For joining me here… Continue reading Giving Thanks : An Open Letter to You
Changing of the Guard
Yellow colors what once was green The days of autumn I have seen The grass will fall in slumber soon No more days of tulip’s bloom The shortened days, our reticence The daylight saved won’t recompense The clock turned back, these days I’ll weep But I’m pleased to add one hour of sleep
What Matters Most
My twenty year high school reunion was last year. Okay I just dated myself but honestly, I don’t care. I’m not that old. That’s what I keep telling myself, and it seems to be working. I still ride my skateboard, play in the surf and sand and this past Saturday I was even watching cartoons. … Continue reading What Matters Most
Capture My Soul…
The ebbing wave The endless tide Through the kelp The safe divide Within the deep Among the sea Capture my soul Set me free
The Two Became Friends in the Rain on a Whim
Max was a nerd, he played on the grass. Max was in love, but he knew it would pass. Max saw a girl that he knew was the one. Max was in love, but it wasn’t that fun. He pined for a girl that was out of his league. He wanted to wave but didn’t… Continue reading The Two Became Friends in the Rain on a Whim
I’ve Been Staring at a Blank Page for Three Days
I’ve been staring at a blank page for three days. Wondering. What do I write? What am I thinking? What was I thinking? Such are the conversations in my head. The never ending conversations. Well, okay. Sometimes they’re arguments, and I lose…but does it count if I lose an argument to myself? I’m still wondering.… Continue reading I’ve Been Staring at a Blank Page for Three Days
Greg Morton 