“The Gift”

How may I give you my unconditional love? Pent-up, it is difficult. Placed in this small box it presses hard and escapes this tsunami in my soul. The Sodoka (a pair of Katauka) is a single poem which may address the same subject from different perspectives.  It consists of 2 to 3 line Katauka, the syllabic pattern…

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“The End of Love”

“The End of Love” That end to our emotions mixed with doubt.That chill is in the air and she’s a thief.Her danse macabre comes with September’s routwhen green things turn and wither with relief. When colors drunk with abnormalitycry out; their bloody cost then tossed to ground.Their voices hushed. Dry, crackled brevity.Plain-parted things, their dust cannot be…

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The Flowers of the Field

Photo by Priceless Times Photography “The Flowers of the Field” The reach within your baby hands so sweet make father want to hold back ticking time but even you, my child , are forced to meet a different kind of father in this rhyme. He’s called old Time and steals your innocence Allows your golden…

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For Johnny

  (Photo by Jacqueline Casey) “For Johnny” When silver leaves sigh, trembling to the grounda brilliant gold is sprinkled everywhere.Sure, then I hear your laughter mid the soundof steps that shuffle up abandoned stair. When scarlet leaves dance, hesitant to partlay deep in dusty shadows, they intoneand whisper “I have been here where my heartknows…

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Remember Us

“Remember Us” Like pictures on a screen in seconds, lost or blips upon a monitor turn long old memories are flown with deadly cost: as quarks may separate eternal song. The picture caught though words may flutter by though hole is in my net and so I sigh. A set of words surround my broken…

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The Morning After

  “The Morning After” Push open all the doors to house at five. Breathe deep_ the morning air; keep lungs alive. A birthday celebration leaves its claim; confetti on the sofa_in the drain. We held the starry night so drunk with love but now, in morning light, squint eyes above. The dying ash in fireplace…

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Martin’s Dream

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” Martin Luther King, Jr. Martin’s Dream I fall into the blackest hole in space my soul now travels through the darkest scene; a foreign place where there’s no time or grace. I move through tunnels…

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“The Sitting”

Lenoir,_Charles-Amiable ‘A_La_Recherche_du_Temps_Perdu. (In Search of Lost Time) “The Sitting” The lady yearns for briefest rest held captive by the artist quest. A simple pause; her smile beguiles. Her almond eyes belie the lies. Mid curve of  lips, a cautious glance. But youth is harmed; so brief the dance. And, stealthily, her feelings flee. Her cries…

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“DaVinci’s ‘Mona Lisa'”

It’s all about her look; a placid guile. We know her well; that enigmatic glance. Suggestive are her lips; a warmth of style. She teases us; her eyes a bit askance. A reticence enhances lady’s charm. Anticipation in his mind may leap. Expectancy has power to disarm. A popular diversion pastimes keep. The world still…

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