If one can sense a time (beyond) one soon will move toward if one can silence thoughts (held strong) one soon will journey forward If one can know when others fall and suppress intent to think and yet (in time) be clearer still and pen the page with ink The ink will tell how others … Continue reading If one can sense a time beyond
It was where the several stayed the few - they strived to be like those stuck to the peaceful shore who much preferred the sea What part do we mere mortals play in where the others are - the choice is theirs - and theirs alone we see a different star Contradiction lives its life … Continue reading Love grown by design
A burden in the afternoon like lightning in the dark and when the night stars disappeared the evening met with stark And yet the sunlight would return so long as hope was there and what was once a semblance of would strike a newfound care They will not speak of what had been or what … Continue reading A lifetime bare
Fishing marlin was his thing - unruly - unkempt – tragic And a pen that stroked a thousand words - a drink devoid of magic How can you write and drink as well indulgences are few and far Friends were where romance blossomed like a smile from the bar Seen across the sozzled sort – … Continue reading Peace and quiet
I’m sorry; said the stooped man to the other (who was weeping) Don’t be; said the weeping man my predicament is mine They came across each other on the pathway - enticing Companionship and friendship – humanity's design They sat on the bench that day - that day with sunshine gleaming As the one he … Continue reading Freckles
He looked left then looked right – darkness he was viewing He walked a step then another he turned to face the air His face was freckled he was tired - (was it youth he was missing) Would a smile find his mouth and sit there inside - or share friends - (there were none) … Continue reading Like a sprinkle
Three weeks had passed before I’d seen a semblance of herself she’d come to greet me from asleep she’d come down from her shelf She’d impart her knowledge and be seen by me – and me alone her music told of yesteryear I’d hear it in her tone She knew just when to stay away … Continue reading Three weeks had passed
I stand before the robust shore and wonder if I’ll swim I reach out as far as I can see and still the light is dim I hold my hand for someone else to grasp it and abscond yet is it time that has run out or excitement that’s beyond Beyond foresight and foreboding a … Continue reading Delight
She was walking down the parklands (an esplanade beside the water) With the joy of boundless children playing freely in the park The water breeze was slowing – (though not the joy from sunshine dancing) The far horizon (it drew nearer) as she stopped to smell the rose
Sagacity and forethought Utter not a word - Folly takes control
sensualism 