Category: My Work
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Mysteries & Magic *
Mysteries & Magic * So many questions.So few answers.Where does it all end?When all the questions have been askedAnd all the answers givenThe end of days is then at handAnd judgement falls upon us. We seek the answers to many thingsThat push the limits of our understanding.We want to know and see behind the curtainWhat…
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My Christmas Wish
My Christmas Wish This Year Is: That your heart is at peaceThat your soul rests gently in your breastThat your family draws near and if they cannotThat they remain close by in your thoughtsThat your ills are cured and if not then they be easedThat you be well-warmed and well-fedThat generosity and kindnessBe your…
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What I Believe
What I Believe (Disclaimer – I do not practice all of my beliefs. I may be able to uncover why that is so in the course of this exercise, but I am a self-avowed hypocrite. Sometimes it’s a tough old world and you’ve got to bend or you’ll break.) By daring to splash those…
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Pretensions
Pretensions Alexander had pretensions, but came to naught.Napoleon had pretensions, but came to naught.Hitler had pretensions, but came to naught. Who else has pretensions? Me? I seem to have this maddening itch to write and I can’t help but scratch. I can’t help myself. I’ve declared my disqualifications in another posting titled “Words”. I carry…
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All That Is Left
All That Is Left For most of my days there was my music.It comforted me, it punished meIt inspired me and tortured me.A constant struggle to master the notesAnd bring them to an impossible perfection.It was something to anchor my wayward soulAnd channel a driving urge to create.Physical demands and limitationsImposed a disappointing ceilingOn what…
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My Muse
My Muse “That’s It!” I cry!I have chased round and roundThis form that I’ve adopted, only to discoverThe thing on which I’ve seized and tried to emulateIs a pale shadow of the master’s design.A structure and sensibility unfolding on my pageLike the natural language of my mother tongue.Perhaps it haunts me from an age gone…
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Not Me
Not Me Don’t pick me,Please don’t pick me.Pick the one aheadOr the one behind,To the left or to the rightOr near the back of the room,Over there in the cornerFront row or last. Don’t pick me.Please, please don’t pick me.I didn’t study,I didn’t prepare.I’m not ready for this.I didn’t even hear the question.I have no…
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Sunrise
Sunrise A spray of lace draped upon the morning’s grass Gives way before the hand of sunlight’s touch The air is graced with the harmonies of angels Madrigals sung at the dawning of the day Bestowing benisons of grace to all Who stand face up to receive them And bring peace to troubled hearts And…
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If I Could
If Could If I could take you back againWhat would I give? The years of watching you goWere like slow relentless stepsOn a road to present ruinNo way to anticipate the pathThat lead us to this pointOf cold indifferenceHand-in-hand we set outOn a way paved with promiseDefying dire, whispered warningsHeads in the clouds, hearts on…
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Etude
Etude The mask I wear upon my face The mask that oft I show So swift and then erase Hiding grief and tearful woe Lasts but brief seconds Tracing bitter tears Casting faint beacons Of ghostly light and hidden fears. An inner light’s faint eerie glow Passes on to banish gloom Rising from the depths…
Palimpsest 