Bright yellow track hoe In the yard across the street When the place sold It was clear it would be torn down The price paid was just to get the lot New owners don’t care for the house They have visions of something new It’s driving interesting conversation Among the neighbors And I suspect I’ll enjoy the process Watching the destruction and Construction Randy Roberts May 16, 2025
Grief is a signal to Pay attention to What’s really going on So often it is a mask For the sadness of loss Which often is just A grasping for a different Reality that is not Available Grief is a signal To pay attention To my ongoing Battle with reality Often the recognition Results in a profound Shift Often to a state of appreciation For what was once true and...
My love and I sit in Our car parked by the Green We are people watching as First Friday art crawl happens on the First pleasant evening in months More than a decade ago when This event started we were Part of the crew who showed up Every month and we have continued To participate in a fashion that Respects the realities of our lives We watch the crowds that would have been...
Struggling to breath We walk slowly Hours later Balance restored Randy Roberts March 31, 2025
Holding her hand As the technician Draws blood For testing I feel happy About so many Choices That put me in that Space at that time To support My love Randy Roberts February 17, 2025
Being here by Her side as She struggles Is only hard when I focus on me Helping her take The next step Suddenly I am Happy to be a Supportive lover Randy Roberts March 31, 2025
I watch how she engages With the world With so much Respect and love And a fierceness to her Kindness that is Inspirational She is a force of goodness Unleashed upon all Lucky enough to be in Her path Randy Roberts March 30, 2025
Concern arising Slowly passing away My dear dealing with The human condition Randy Roberts March 31, 2025
She says I want to sit Outside on the Longest day of the year Please join me So I do We listen to the Cicadas singing and Watch the fireflies Blinking out their Messages to each other Arcturus becomes the First star I see tonight And point it out to My love She chats about childhood Memories of summertime As the cicadas draw a Close to their chorus And the fireflies slowly...
Cicadas singing Full moon rising Tree frogs join the chorus Fireflies lift off blinking We hold hands Watching the moonrise Hearing the song Flickering signals Soliciting our smiles Slowly strolling Diminutive distance Bungalow beckons Slumber soon Randy Roberts 2025-07-09