Category Archives: Reflections

Who knew such a simple thingcould give such lasting pleasure.I do love a cup of coffee, that sweet sensationof bitterness and joy, every warm sip like a sip of life.But the cup – it’s just a cup. Or is it? Ahh, well the cup is so much more thana keeper of a boiled, brown brewContinue reading “Cup of Coffee”

My father rises as a knight after the owls gosilent, so he can greet the pied pigeons at dawn.The warm Saturday morning begshim to join knife and blade, each sharpened like a rapier.He stands arms outstretched like Christ’s cross, to be dressedfor backyard battle and transform the wood and steel,to his mind’s eye.Showing no senescence,Continue reading “Count Carl – The Carpenter Knight”

Her mien tells tales of trouble,A grimace of cold goodbyes,A cathexis of wasted time,The image of many lies. A puff of breath from her lips,Precedes her mournful plea,A tear rolls down her cheek,Though no one looks to see. She finds comfort wearing a mask,A bandana that hides her eyes,Her pied cheeks lean on the wall,SecureContinue reading “Silent Suffering”

A night of color in smoke and bruise,Arousing sounds of frightening clues,Windswept plains in black of night,Safe, I think on porch in light. Ground covered thick with centipedescrawl o’r my feet as tumbleweedsjump and roll in windy skies,blown from darkness by and by. Brimful seas with coming troubles,Waves that warn with frothy bubbles,Rocks that pullContinue reading “Night Winds Blow”

Too much, too much,Of a sunny stroke,It’s too long,And such.The lines of yellow smoke,Were once young,Prettily different.Had not been sung. Now bedraggled with rain and soot,The lines are too long,Leave the good,Just good.Too late, too late,The brightness of light,Buried ‘neath its own weight,Is gone. Too hot, too hot,Vacant sand lots,Screens planted in shapes,With squares ofContinue reading “The Exemplar of Good”

I am well aware of my mortality,Well aware,Aware that each touch of your hand,May be the last I feel. One day the sun in my eyes,Will go down for the last time,The brightness of tomorrow’s child,Will not shine on my face. The words I write must bare my soul,They could be the last,The next pageContinue reading “The End to Come”

Souls and bones in catacombs,The one to rise amended,The bones in sand to lay the land,With soldiers’ shadows suspended. In bonds with all their comrades,The faces in fever dreams,Spilt the blood of righteousness,Return on angel wings. Granite visions arrange,Each headstone squared away,Names throb in endless pain,To crumble in potter’s clay. At once I was unmended,TheContinue reading “Soldiers Pay”

The kindness of Fall has taken flight,Winter approaches to take the throne,Gliding by the evening equinox,Day and night begrudgingly equal. An ode’ in autumn brings comfort,Like a wool sweater and a bowl of soup,Feelings of warmth by an evening fire,As dusk foretells a chilly night. Presiding over this change of guard,The harvest moon conducts theContinue reading “Harvest Moon”

Long will bell trebles echo,In rooms of virtuous chatter,It’s clear for whom they ring,In streams of life that matter. A purity of beautiful innocence,Their harm unimagined,Their joy for new life started,In bell tones of compassion. Like a brasher of hot burning coals,Atop these tender souls,A fire of pain my feelings rain,For whom the bell tolls.

Stones and bones of millennia past,Sit with him by a flowing river,Walking stick in hand, he poses,On a boulder, thinking, reflecting. The river flows quietly by unnoticed,Except by animals who drink from it,Behind him, a thorny thicket,Of spear-like sticks stand guard. And of the boulders beside him,How long have they been here?Have Kings and TsarsContinue reading “Photograph”