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, …
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, …
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… 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 …
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 …
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 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 …
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’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, …
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 …
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 …