Tuesday, September 7, 2010

School is in session

backpacks
lined up waiting
colorful sizes
signature labels
wait silent
for their owners

The Face of Passing Time

white strands lighted her once dark hair
borne over the surface of skin
wrinkles vaults of recorded time
yet
we remember all of our times times together
mostly the joy of living our daily routines

Friday, October 23, 2009

The Dark Temple of Midnight

Day is over
work done for the busy


The sun sets upon the dusty landscape.
Trudging through the fields

Sweat of the brow
Backs still bent, they walk.


A scarecrow stretches his corn stalk arms and stares
A raven caws as is his fashion


Near is the nighttime with its dark temple of midnight.

A strange fragrance blows across my nostrils
Sweet, spicy, bold
the breath of summer seeking completion


Fall descends with the orange moon.
Night warps the earth with its cloak of silence

A coverlet of sleep.
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Friday, October 9, 2009

Lost
and found
one feather
slightly used
Missing
one bird
one feather

Monday, October 5, 2009

Patterns

The pattern of the conductor
Passion balanced by control
In absolute freedom
Is absolute control
The keeper of expression
The pattern of the writer
The theme
Sacred
Powerful
True
The pattern of man
Bold
Questioning
For-giving
Patterns of life