LOST

The desert   a roar of silence   bland colors crooked shapes life absent   an innocent appearance   tempting footsteps and greedy eyes to wander like dust   random inspecting overturning a stone   looking back or was it there it all looks the same   no water no shade   lost    

LOOKING INTO

There are mountains to behold some soft others of granite messages hidden within the folds of clouds   some open doors worth forgetting closed ones we forgot to open   a watershed of voices replaced by empty chairs by those passing to the other side   we celebrated their life favoring the moments while looking … More LOOKING INTO

LAST TIME

Graveside flowers bless the unholy standing by looking down curious about the passage through the path yet taken by the living the name now on stone to live longer than the soul beneath the trees nearby watching over changing seasons absent of sympathy for this and others and memories of names on cards and voices … More LAST TIME

THE NEEDLES EYE

The last blessing the settling of forms the shadows over a life put in order   truth hidden in stones deposited slowly into the heart   rivers absent of motion become power lost   thin paths test the feet of the brave   at the end everyone witnesses the valley of their birth.

ANCIENT LINES

There is no unhappiness in a stonewall. Its industrial beauty shrugs with humility. Seasonal wars have no effect on its lines. There is nothing porous about it. The stones once buried within ancient soil are like diamonds and pearls, protecting the perimeter of its birthplace. Fortune blesses the license of its presence each day; a … More ANCIENT LINES

CIRCLES

Dreams are fragrances, reminding us to remember the vision, the voice departed, the place of youth no longer visited; the person we were, but have changed.   Regrets are long. Promises become minced oaths and lies hurt us the most.   Attempts to make the right from the wrongs are absorbed each day; rumbling of … More CIRCLES

ABSORBED

It was then, and then it was gone. Half buildings yielding to the Invasive force of massive trees. Walkways blending into gully‚Äôs formed by runoff. Embankments strewn with piles of dirt and broken bricks; nearby, an overhead walkway, collapsed to the ground, devoured by gravity. Telephone poles, weakened and leaning, surrounded by a century of … More ABSORBED