Thinking About King Arthur
Deep, in the memory, lies the trace of a word. Persisting through the Centuries, it hangs at memory’s very edge, almost indistinct. Now and again it will rise into Consciousness, …
Thinking of You
I thought of you as I fell asleep. You wouldn’t look older. I don’t need an image on paper, To remember your face. Our children bear your stamp. Nothing is …
There Are Times
There are times… when you think you will fall apart. when you have to stop, to gather yourself up, quickly, before the tears start. Before this terrible, empty pain, can …
The Moon is a Peeping Tom
So beautiful, the silver sphere, lighting the dark corners of the world. To some the Moon is danger, allowing No hiding place, for those intent on crime. The Moon is …
The Moon is Ambiguity
You are always seen as female, Moon, referred to as She. And yet, there is a man in the Moon, The Moon’s lover? Or is the male within her, the …
It’s Only A Song
It’s only a song I like the tune. The words get up my nose. The easy excuse of a selfish man, who’s seeking a newer bed. So here’s a new …
Pensacola Beach
A long, long stretch of fine, white sand, Hot sun shining from a high blue sky, Gulf waves, swishing to and fro Teasing the mid-day land. Is your fine sand …
Rachmaninov on Classic FM
Rachmaninov’s emoting again, all over Classic FM, Always wanting his own way, They let him do it nearly every day. I bet he’d be like a man I once met, …
Not Lost
So the poet said. I would have to agree. Keys; lipstick; books; letters; all manner of things, I lose Within the confines of my home. But they, can always be …
Sound
I wish, that like Baron Munchausen, I could find sound, frozen; take it home in a cool box; to store in the freezer. Then on a really down day, I …