Ah, April astounding us all draped in robes of beautiful cruelty snowing us with lilacs and luscious roses but taking things, once vibrant things returning them to the still earth keeping that impenetrable bar at a lofty height keeping weeping tears at bay gifted a box of ashes praying for rebirth carrying a myriad of … Continue reading
I missed National Poetry Day, or maybe I was a day early by posting the extraordinary work of Langston Hughes. I have many favorite poets, so it is impossible to pick just one, but I would say that Sarah Kay is probably my favorite of current poets. She is amazingly talented and spends a great … Continue reading
As Thomas said, “Look homeward, angel” and every now and then I run along the arroyos and narrow paths of an earlier time. Sometimes meeting myself halfway in sometimes not. Noticing the changes in windswept tides. Still seeing those original bones pulled over the truth and past drowning in yesteryear’s music knowing fully that one … Continue reading
After sunset when evening shadows begin inching toward dark in dusky, amethyst hues the flames of a burning sun diminishing, cosmic splendor is born anew as twilight claims the pivotal hour before Nightfall dons her sultry evening gown. Once burnished hands stretch upward one rung nearer to starry surprise in velvet skies as the Moon … Continue reading
They say she writes from high atop a glitzy glass tower her frailty seeping through in melancholy ink. A lovelorn poet lost she rifles memory’s pages and mines the melted history there. She writes as a loom weaver who wove threads of tapestry long ago in the rooms showy sun forgot sifting through shadows of Camelot. … Continue reading
Riding on horses those pale, pinched faces in times where one year became ten in the lines on their haggard faces. The hard battlefield opened her hesitant fingers letting the blood swim through lending a futile hand to separate the souls falling from horses. Heady array of blue and gray. Now the misty war ground … Continue reading
Conflict arose from a timeworn bookshelf out of musty old pages a master’s lesson innocence and experience can you travel far and never venture into the Forests of the Night? Leave the comfort of day the soft side of the meek lamb to find in that blackness, glowing eyes staring back fearful symmetry twisted sinews … Continue reading
You come to me slipped from a dream and from that lofty platform where all players have played their parts beneath that opulent moon the curse of the star-crossed the sorrowful stars have scattered I knew your song you sang it well transfixed, I stood there on the ballroom floor picking out my destiny one … Continue reading
My father’s younger brother followed him into World War II like a pesky little brother would ready to do his part ready to make his mark These two blonde, blue-eyed boys one year apart in age Uncle Dail followed my father down the dirt roads that they drove sometimes too fast from a place where … Continue reading
Oh that calm sea the cliffs of England near distant perpetual lull of incoming tides sand and pebbles dance if you listen you can hear that eternal note of sadness coming eventide In this vast, northern sea emanating in shadowy depths below that which Sophocles knew the bane of human misery washed from The Sea … Continue reading
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