The Garden

The Garden Imagine all the love our lives enclose  if placed within walled garden’s memory. There gently falls the rain where grows the rose as droplets tremble in the wind and flee. A wondrous world with rain-bowed colors blown ‘neath places in the sun where true things grow. So be our rose whose petals now…

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“There May Be Dragons”

Photo by Jacqueline Casey There may be dragons in that soul-less flight where harpies;  hovering aloft her bed, born of a spell that chills the wicked night and winters in her heart some unknown dread. There may be dragons in the hate-filled gloom: a whistling as the icy wind now drones. As thundering is heard;…

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“Mother Eclipse”

Mother Eclipse The morning doves now pause their cooing, grand! The infant’s little lids close heavily. All nature yawns at fading of their land while green has turned to black too instantly! How must our father’s fore us felt when torn: their brightest sun is sprinkled on black leaves. Like little half-moons dance about the…

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The Hankering

“The Hankering” Then suddenly September rain comes down. The green peas whisper to the thirsty corn: “New seasons yearn before your silk turns brown. Some nameless hand will bend you one dark morn!” From Miller’s Pub, our hero drains his beer. His dream: to leave this red-clay country life. But not before the dinner bell…

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A Frosty Love

  It seems I’ve lost my way amidst your chill. Was only yesterday our love abloom but your intemperance a wanton spill of words as cold and listless as the tomb. I’ve wasted quite away from your cold draft. A sullen gray has settled on my head and you, your frozen pauses, seem quite daft. My…

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“All The Beautiful Young Men”

“All the Beautiful, Young Men” I see the beauty in their brave-lit eyes. At Omaha, it is their shining hour. The camera’s caught the gray of early dawn. Men stand; committed to a greater power. The ramp now opens; there’s the glint of morn. No turning back ; this is no time for pause. Momentum…

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“Adrift, Upon the Lee”

“Adrift, Upon the Lee” My soul’s adrift; her spirit lost to wind. I’m tossed and vainly seek a safer lee. I pull the anchor chain and with it send my heart a-flutter, full-blown, out to sea. My boat has ample weight yet she is trim. She dreams of color and a high romance with sun…

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Fish Fantasy

Fish Fantasy Upon this beach, the people saunter by. Idyllic children play at water’s edge. The warm wind blows its foam into my eyes. My heavy heart sinks silent from this ledge. But, lo! my body; buoyed by the salt, forgets. My mind now slips its bony cage. Free floating, spiny blob.  I’m fish, default…

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