The Artist of Time

Felt tipped pens hiss,pencils crackle, spraying blackash in circles like the darknessof expired hours. A palette of paints, oils ofblue, yellow, and brown;a thin brush drops slowly downthe canvas like hourglass sand. A thoughtful lean, a cat-likesmile, a feline stretchof tired satisfaction; the passingpurr of a breeze gone by. Remnants of work, now idle;pens, pencils,Continue reading “The Artist of Time”

The 9/12 Stairwell

A light shines upon me,Though all seems clearly lost,Hands lift from ‘neath my arms,Concrete and steel are tossed. My mask gently removed,Tender hands wipe my cheeks,Another holds me close,A nimbus of care oblique. My heart beats once more,Of my soul, not of my chest,Forgiving love surrounds me,Cool winds of sweetness. I feel His royal presence,FromContinue reading “The 9/12 Stairwell”

The 9/11 Stairwell

My words become a chant,“Follow in single line,We’ll all get out together,One step at a time.” Choking smoke thickens,The walls close in,A darkness squeezes the light,No sun to shine again. We stop to the rumbling,From above comes falling clutter,Sounds reach ever closer,Our stairs groan a shudder. One falls, then another,As I yell to go faster,IContinue reading “The 9/11 Stairwell”

The Final Winter

I’ve come upon empty benches,A scattering of voices and dreams,Once filled with people in love,Now empty; burned black,Sitting sorely in pools of sooty water. Winter’s ice burned the benches,Scorching the plantings’ blooms,Each struggling for a spurt of growth,Colorful roses of red and yellow,Begging for a sliver of sun. I pray for one more day,A green-stemmedContinue reading “The Final Winter”

Separate Ways

I left my love behind,Like a star when sun arrives,It flew away with you,In a bruise the color blue. I sleep in the heat of shade,To a waterfall’s cascade,Eyes closed in lonely thought,Of love’s embrace now lost. Life’s fumes in nostrils flare,Whining sirens mark despair,In distance hums of man,My lonely walk began. Written words myContinue reading “Separate Ways”

Rolling Hills

See the green, rolling hills filledwith heather and scatters of granite stones?Pause and take yourself there.Don’t read on,Not just yet.Close your eyes and go there. Do you hear the quietas it hangs in the air, onlyslightly disturbed by a wobbly birdoverhead and the family of horse fliesbuzzing round and roundlike children on a merry-go-round? ReachContinue reading “Rolling Hills”

A Thoughtful Return

A soldier returns from the front,From serving in a faraway place,From a life singularly focused,On goals the country chase. In time a homecoming looms,Like a train into a station,Smoke, whistles, and screeching wheels,With thanks from a grateful nation. The wife and children, anxious,To know his mind and his feelings,The soldier now father, husband again,Conjoined inContinue reading “A Thoughtful Return”

Images

Look close at reflections of candlelight,Watch them dance like bumblebees,Hear the fireworks of sparks and pops,Jumping ‘round in flames of glee. Look high upon their crowns,And low as nails drip red,Haunting metaphors in tiny fires,Crackling thorns on feet that bled. Reach in to touch these images,A charcuterie of meat and cheese,Smell the sunflowers of VanContinue reading “Images”

Musical Stories

I often travel the catalogueof the music my life has played,A rock ‘n roll – rollercoasterin chapter sequence arrayed. Mother baked pies and cookiesto a poem from the dylan tree,Good vibrations of beach boys singabout time when time was free. Cruising around the drive-in,All my friends are there as wewhisper words of wisdomfrom the beatles’Continue reading “Musical Stories”