Wednesday, November 3, 2004
GULLIBLE'S TRAVELS.........................................................
Over the past few days there have been numerous posts back and forth proclaiming undying passionate love between bloggers. Whether this has been serious stuff or the stuff of chat rooms is anyone’s guess. But it begs the question, “Are you gullible in love?” I wrote a poem a while back, frankly in...
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Monday, October 25, 2004
IT'S HARD TO LEAVE.........................................................
It’s so hard to leave normality to face the world of uncertainty. It’s easier to remain and grieve the loss of love and sanity. Alone at peace is better and this life surcease of pain and then I’ll feel the sorrow drain away and look upon that brighter day when love true wrought does finally come...
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Friday, October 22, 2004
The Oasis
His day a desert harsh and bitter may be. Am I to this man an oasis in the heat of the everyday?
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Friday, October 8, 2004
For in the tongue lies the power of life and death
For a friend. From one who loves not lightly Words of love lightly spoken pierce the heart bruised broken open wounds slow to mend break the back grief has bent frivolous words of love spake by one who knows not of sorrow shallow words bring to one for love is suffering.
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Tuesday, September 28, 2004
A NEW POEM FOR THE WRITER IN ALL OF US WHO MUST WRITE OR DIE
The only life of any bird is song. This dark night when every word I could write has been lived silently all through the day to those who hear and to the deaf, and I am still to gather strength for other words I do not know, I come awake and hear a dozen perfect melodies spring from the heart of one...
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Friday, September 24, 2004
WE HAVE LOST OUR WAY
You are so far away, my love. Withdrawn. Except I reach your side, each dawn Will I find you farther still. But I, like you, am lost... The twisted trees, the swaying moss, The tangled undergrowth— All sprung from out the morass of our Pride and petty bickering— Obscure the path.
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Tuesday, September 21, 2004
SILENT DISLOSURE
Silent Disclosure There are clear mysteries so deep I may not speak of them direct, but I have talked along their edge and done no harm, have turned away and, silenced, found a consolation less than kind.
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Monday, September 20, 2004
YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE
You’re in my head. I don’t even know you but you’re here when I wake. I’ve not even seen you and you’re here when I sleep. I’ve never heard your voice but your words are always with me. You’re in my head. I can feel you here though I’ve never touched you. You breathe within me. You cry, and smile,...
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