How very simple life would be
If only there were two of me
A Restless Me to drift and roam
A Quiet Me to stay at home.
A Searching One to find his fill
Of varied skies and newfound thrill
While sane and homely things are done
By the domestic Other One.
Come and see the old poet
Laying in his bed of ashes and dust,
His love in ruins
His mentality frozen by restless rust,
His hungry heart emptied of it’s fertile blood
His souls melodic purpose nearly gone,
The mellifluous music now so silent
The end, of a once wonderful and powerful song.
Cats and dogs
Chickens and hogs
Lumps in the ‘taters
And bumps on a log –
Stars in the night
The moon shines bright Continue reading
The past is the past for a reason
That is where it is supposed to stay
But some cannot let it go
In their heads it eats away
In the real world
lovers part at morning with a kiss
and look back longingly
before they pass from sight.
They go insouciant to work
and smile at times;
their life’s Vivaldi.
In a drawer I found a map of the world,
folded into eighths and then once again
and each country bore the wrong name because
the map of the world is an orphanage.
by occasion of the untimely death of Mistress
Elizabeth Drury, the frailty and the decay
of this whole world is represented
THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
The life I really want to live only exists in my daydreams.
Who care for us and guide us.
You can feel their love and gentleness
as they walk through life beside us.