It came but in a whisper like a gentle moonlight swim It left behind epiphany a spring-tide seen within Outside a stranger world berates with anger in its veins Inside a softer world creates and cherishes the same A lived-in warmth of feelings leaves strength with those who share The summer's sense of malcontent replaced … Continue reading In a whisper
In bright sky the stormclouds gather thunderheads will form a cluster Like a strong wind ‘gainst the window pane - like a winter gale’s bluster The mouth – it turned its lips – they cursed - soon to replicate the story That wallowed in its turgid sin free of hallowed glory Until one day - … Continue reading Without a kingdom
I was but a boy when I first learnt to read Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass was but a dream I was just a lad when the pages tuned in me and meaning became the precipice of being I was my Father’s son when I first reached the sand and words of pragmatism could be … Continue reading The chosen word
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 problems are my own They came across each other on the pathway that entices Companionship and friendship – yes humanity had grown They sat upon the bench on that day with sunshine in it As the … Continue reading Freckles
He looked left then he looked right – it was darkness he was viewing He walked a step and then another and he turned to face the air His face was freckled he looked tired - (was it youth that he was missing) Would a smile find his mouth and sit there while it waited … 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
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