The Poet
I sit beneath this lonely willow treeand know, somehow, its tears are shed for me. That something still can weep helps calm my fears.My own eyes have been dry so many years. Uh oh, hold …
Category: Rhyme
On Filaments and Firmaments
Every night when Lady Lunabeams across the wooded steepafter daily clamor dwindlesand the children fall asleepEmma comes to tend the garden,kiss the flowers, and communewith the fairies, imps, and pixiesfrolicking beneath the moon. Emissaries of …
Ode to the House that Raised Me
I saw a ghost today. I peered inside her vacant eyes and brushed the years away. I saw her youth,and she saw mine.We knew each other’s past.She spoke my truthin wistful lineswithin her dusty glass. Time had not …
Well I’ll be doggone!
This morning my dog asked me is reality amiss,I just saw the parakeet attempt to give our cat a kiss,I then heaved a sigh and asked him why his glasses were awry,He replied I’m in …
Pondering at Promontory Point
“May God continue the unity of our country as the railroad unites the two great oceans of the world.” – Engraved on the golden spike It was a cloudless day in early Maythat followed years …
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[ Once upon a golden never ]
Once upon a golden neverWas — or not — a perfect landTo whose shores the sea danced gladly,Gently kissed the blessed sand. In that uncorrupted nowhereMountains rose without a threatInto clouds that softly wateredFields on …
Mud and Honey
Her sentimental spirit washes freewhen clay and sediment come sliding down,so if she cries, a man is bound to seea river in her eyes but twice as brown.I hold her breadth of heart in high …
If These Walls Could Talk
There was overarching solace in the greying of the dayas diurnal irritations came unwound.And my bedroom walls were sentinels of quiet to my mind:every worry fell like snowflakes to the ground. As the beach forbids …