Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion
grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground
liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
odd to think of the world without… a frozen corpse in the revolving e… molten lava below cold stars above journeying through the long, wide… unknowing
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more