How could it be that talent lost to us in moments of such thoughtlessness beseeched How could it be that we, as humankind naysayers all – yet all of nascent kind Turn one’s head until the dark cloud passes in brightest sky alone is when we shine Forget one’s stance against ignominy and bile and … Continue reading Nascent
It had been a cold and lonely winter yet the sunlight followed her like a spotlight – and her face spread joy like an infant child Racing between thoughts of yesteryear and the here and now – she pondered over the love she knew (once – and long ago) And the happiness that traced her … Continue reading it had been a cold and lonely winter
Lazily staring Into the sun He sits and he sits Sipping ouzo at dawn Under the shade Of a tree bearing gifts On the hill near the house Where his Grandpa was born He wants for nothing but time Spent on the hill Remembering love-songs Sung to his wife Now he picks olives Strumming her … Continue reading sipping ouzo at sunset
We make decisions every day That impact people’s lives – Yet how liable are we For the outcome Get the camera; someone shouts From too close for safety’s sake Hold the children – run, run, run And shy away from danger He fell to ground – she looked behind And saw him die (but in … Continue reading as blonde as a golden summer
I lived a life of merriment Within my mind - Spinning back and forth And up and down - The inner world of fortitude With solitude beyond - My window spoke and shared My thoughts – subverted - The drawer held life-like feelings Lost – diverted - Felicity and sweet parades And boats out of … Continue reading Merriment
I once saw fame – And put it in a drawer Needless be that Infamy stood over me He stayed there ‘til I’d well surpassed my mortal self And watched with hindsight As it was unwrapped With the pencil of a poet The letters made the words That made the poems That made me Yet … Continue reading Emily
The lonely mind lay on the bed – Reliving thoughts of yesterday What brought me here – Why have I travelled so How stoic was my time From there to now The window flew – the valley ached Yet the river told the story Streaming of a road I’d travelled less The road that led … Continue reading thoughts of yesterday
Time – it ticked – again – again And stroked the hand of sorrow I may be here today she said – But will I be tomorrow Will it come – should I wait And part with dreams to please Your sentiment of heartfelt grief – I shan’t – I will not ease Ergo time … Continue reading time it ticked again again
She lay awake and looked above Her hand reaching for the sky She touched the ceiling – broke the glass And knew that she could fly She lay awake and felt a rope Tie her arms together And as she tried to wrestle free Her arms were soon untethered She pushed the sheet above her … Continue reading she lay awake
Sweet Nothing lived for ‘morrow Plenty lived today And when she saw him walking Dressed in scarlet – she in gray She’d whisper to the children And fly above the sky And flap her wings and shudder And stay up past bed-time She’d deplore the clouds with rain So thunder felt distraught And offer words … Continue reading Sweet Nothing
