Glowing slivers of fingernail moons,White sands shine in suns at noon,Springtime rains on nature’s blooms, Dragonflies in thin air dart,Tender starts that still our heart,Moans of lovers before they part, These shiny sides of silver coins,Spin on edge to fall when joined,With purity since purloined, Spoils of oceans and barren hills,Senseless wars destroy and kill,SmellContinue reading “A Garden Drowned”
Category Archives: Reflections
Summer Walk in Appalachia
Sit with me on this rockby the clear trickling springwith three small yawning fish,Hold my hand as Dawnspreads her yellow rose fingersto tickle a blue ocean of sky,Rise to walk the hills of treesin a molder of crunching leavesonto a trail of canopy shadewith its rock-rooted path of tired feetand back into Day’s sun-filled embrace.Continue reading “Summer Walk in Appalachia”
Mystic
Life’s continuum of regrets,I cling to such as thee,Seems I can never forego, forget,Nor have fates forgiven me. I tend to forget, to forget to lay,A carapace over the bee,To prevent the sting upon my soul,And deny its eidetic glee. Bury my sin in deepened pits,Under an evening elegy,Caste it from this mind of mine,IntoContinue reading “Mystic”
Hope Fragile
I lay in a bed of deep blue sky,The cool light of hopefloats in clouds – distant,like a painting on the wall of my life.I yearn to touch eachbrush stroke but dare notfor fear the hope withinwill disappear.
Quiet Ending
The melodic, nighttime chimes of myheart announce the arrival of the quiet.The quiet has its own sound – a whisperof silence, like the final, dying rippleof what once was a mighty ocean comber,sucked into the cream colors of a sandy beach.Who was this wave? How fardid its white tips travel? How raucousits fathoms of saltwater?Continue reading “Quiet Ending”
Roads Not Taken
I thought about joining the Navy instead ofgetting married. I might have been a pilot,or a battleship commander – and diedat the bottom of the sea. I could haveplayed on the college baseball team,become an All-American or been that guy – the final cut. I considered retiring in the Sonoran Desert,joining the fat Saguaro cactusContinue reading “Roads Not Taken”
The Bus Ride to Indifference
I sit on the sunny side, no shadeto hide the increasing glarein my eyes. I turn away from therising fireball and see a prettylady next to me, dark as night. Shesits quietly, hands folded, rubbingher arthritic fingers.I can sympathize. She’s from Jamaica, Queens; aborough in New York City.We both mumble somethingunintelligible as we pass aContinue reading “The Bus Ride to Indifference”
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”
