June: her fragile body faints and dies... |
June
Wild roses and olive brush hide the soft gray sea as burning wind scrapes the barred windows, and musty salt-flavored air wrestles with dust and leaves in the lobby. Empt...
Posted by Craig on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 05:23:00 PST |
May - Existence |
"To your simple existence, do not boast;
merely to breathe or move or think is not to live.
The shore of the sea is but a ghost,
compared to the depth its wholeness gives.
You exist in the miry foam;
...
Posted by Craig on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 10:17:00 PST |
April - I touched the moon |
" touched the moon last night
a golden glow beyond my grasp.
Eons before me it rested there.
It will remain when I am dust.
My hand now glows from the embrace.
Voices echo through nights past,
and wit...
Posted by Craig on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 10:15:00 PST |
March - a chilled wind |
The chilled wind with frozen voice
lifts saddened scents of drifted days.
Upon each breath a doubting choice,
the winded, weeping figure lays.
And how was I to know that day,
would alter every moment ...
Posted by Craig on Fri, 16 Mar 2007 05:35:00 PST |
February |
"I roamed alone,
O, barren dreams.
My echoed voice,
what lonely comfort.
Here is my salvation:
I hear the triumph drum;
the rhythm of the rising,
the long-awaited sun."
(from "An owl on the moo...
Posted by Craig on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 05:34:00 PST |
January |
This morning I breathe iced air,
and wander toward the waves.
For a moment I live without care;
a moment all my heart craves.
What fills your heart with fright?
Is it brilliant day or dar...
Posted by Craig on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 05:58:00 PST |
December |
"With what wonder has the season come?
Its treasure lies in earthen ships,
that carry dreams across the foam.
And how your memory of Sarah rapes
the fleshly heart that once bore scenes,
now veiled in ...
Posted by Craig on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 10:14:00 PST |
Hallows eve |
"The children in garments of glib disarray;
the parents wear masks that won't fade away.
Olive and amber, sea and sky;
salt and sand go winding by.
One can sense the cries of hovering birds,
the laugh...
Posted by Craig on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 08:16:00 PST |
No longer alone |
"In the hollow of my havenwhere the moonlight flees the shadow,a place of darkness once embraced meand my dreams were of no comfort.
In a crowd I stood alone,shifting silently for shelter,and in hunge...
Posted by Craig on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 10:24:00 PST |
The chilled wind |
The chilled wind with frozen voice,
lifts saddened scents of drifted days.
Upon each breath a doubting choice,
the winded, weeping figure lays.
And how was I to know that day,
would alter every moment...
Posted by Craig on Tue, 30 May 2006 05:29:00 PST |
