Closing doors: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
Time flies... but not everything changes automatically. Some things saunter, some slip away, widowed by closing doors. Others resist change by extending promising options. Some grasp at straws,
Bits of us: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
As Auld Lang Syne faded into silence, and the fireworks dimmed, spontaneous cheers quietly turned to memories and a new dawn bid farewell to the old.
Home for the Holidays: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
I keep wanting to reacquaint my senses with the comfortable sights, sounds, and flavours of Christmas; to feel the scintillating scents brush against my skin and to hear the crackling…
Don’t leave the lights on for me: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
Don’t leave the lights on for me. I will make my own way. Along this seemingly deserted path.
Span of life: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
Birds glide through the skies daily. Not a scintilla of worry about tomorrow. They refuse to plant seeds and tend crops, but they are always fed.
Slowing down: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
I am finally trying to slow down to take in life slowly and enjoy it completely; to take my time to listen to the dance of life as it races…
Beautiful Day: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
If the soft duvet of your touch covers and comforts me throughout the night, tomorrow, too, will be a beautiful day.
The Lighthouse: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
When closeness no longer terrifies friendship and opportunities are seen to open doors to fresh opportunities, yet you still find you’re losing your way, take a look toward the lighthouse.…
The Path Not Taken: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
Even if you stop, tripped up by feelings of resentment, regret, or curiosity and cast your eyes in the rearview mirrors of time; the roads do not slow down and…
