THE PIANIST |
Notes spilling from hands...
Like a fountain
Liquid and light-drenched
Or a stream tumbling over mountain rocks
And crashing into a valley below,
Gathering speed & force
And then slowing to
Melt s...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Aug 2008 15:00:00 GMT |
A Collection Of Last Glances |
A collection of last glances
formulated for remembrance -
a smile,
a wave,
a laugh,
a gentle face in repose
crowned in salt & pepper softness&..
I've gathered them over the years,
wonder...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 13:57:00 GMT |
Winter Wild |
Listen to the wind so wildFretting like an angry child.Scraping near a winter sky,Limbs shake loose their leaves to fly.Washboard ripples trail aboveIn tints of violet, rose & dove.Clouds flung free o...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Nov 2006 09:47:00 GMT |
The Street Behind My Office - Person 3 |
We drove upand it was all new .. my dress, your suit,our house,our love...We laughed at our sheer and perfect luck...It was neat red brick - high-gabled, dormers looking down onto quiet, rustling tree...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Oct 2006 15:23:00 GMT |
The Fray |
End of August
hot, dry, torpid
&n...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Oct 2006 15:04:00 GMT |
The Street Behind My Office - Person 2 |
The cart goes slowly...CarefullyBefore me.I pick my way among the tree limbsAnd past storm-swollen gutters...Through sunshineAnd starlight...Scattering dry leavesAnd then summer grass-edged sidewalks....
Posted by on Thu, 28 Sep 2006 20:15:00 GMT |
The Street Behind My Office - Person 1 |
When the sun shinesI feel it,See it,Smell it.On the leaves nearby and the pavement aroundWhere I live.When the rains come and the storms thatfall from Heaven likeblinding avalanches of sound & sight -...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 20:44:00 GMT |
September 21, 2006 |
Caught inside the blessingI wait to seeHow it will unfold.Cool breeze,Cicadas,A bird callsFrom above,And I listen Hearing onlyHis goodnessAnd the feeling ofHis faithful BreathUpon my cheek Lifting my...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 20:57:00 GMT |
