Tuesday, September 07, 2010

The Mirror of My Soul
asked the balcony
what it was like out and revealed
where the winds blows
through the iron bars
and plays on the hung glass
songs dimly remembered

To which the balcony replied
here is where I open to
the chaos of the stars
let in the wind and the rain
and sometimes the sun
on me walk the lovers
hands in embrace
but what do you reflect
upon in your meditative glass?

The mirror was silent
as silence best answered
and so in the wind swept
music under the stars
the lovers, unaware
of the reflection upon their love,

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

When night is at the threshold
and through the short hours 'till dawn
we put aside our cares and separate struggles
hang them with the shirts, or lay them with the socks
worn and in need of darning
and in embraces passionate and tender we become as one
drifting into together slumber
until with the cold dawn we redress the cares
and try to close the holes in yesterday's sorrow

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

We enter the room,
her hand clasps mine
and we share our viewing
images of buildings
framed and hung
Hopper's attempt to capture
light and shadow

some show snippets
of stories implied
like the image of
the rail road car
or the summer interior
other paintings
suggest Joni Mitchel songs
solidarity with loneliness
from light's dialog with shadow
and choice of subject

but we are not isolated
and the light he paints
reminds me of Cape May
and warm afternoon walks
also holding each other's hands

Friday, April 27, 2007

the days have casually slipped together beyond

memory to recall more than instants

the time has faded from our view

me lost in the moonlight

some how, I've enraptured you

where to moments not begin and end

we no longer seem to say goodbye

we seem somehow have become apart

of the other, not from

though days may separate or miles

we seem to have a constant togetherness

beyond the physical missing of each other

time ends and begins with you

moments between are only a sideline

what must be done to return to where my heart

never have I left you

I'm just never there always the same way


Tuesday, September 26, 2006

the train wanted to bring me to boston as much as I wanted to be brought
as we crept along with all signals broken safety only line of sight
late in coming late in arriving the nearsighted serpent slithered
along the double steel ribbon caressing the landscape
under bridges carrying speeding soloists, under buildings of corporate imperial might
to follow the switches meandering to rest next to well walked concrete
whereupon we all disembarked, late, scattering like fall leaves to winter's winds

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Some Silly Haikus

many empty chairs
jokes about traffic delays
empty marketing

he reads from paper
voice is a smile, pleasant
but his eyes worry filled

to manage identity
know yourself and your avatars
then manage avatars

how often confused
how we represent ourselves
with the self we are

how cruel the terms
"delete the orphan accounts"
a sad twist of words

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

I've decided to attack the form of the sonnet again, workman like. Why wait for a muse?